GAME ON

[Tanbbottom]

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….. 

[Tanbbottom]

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?

 

 

[Tanbbottom]

Sorry, this is long guys, but I hope the set up and sex make it worthwhile.

GAME ON (part III)

Ashley

I know, I know, this is usually a girl’s name! My parents must have known I was going to grow into a feminine twink when I popped out of the womb. That or they were so disappointed I wasn’t a girl that they gave me a female name anyway. At least the teasing every year of school has made me into a very tuff twink.

I knew I was gay from very young. I was four when I started trying to kiss all the other boys. Some even allowed it. My best friend and I started secretly playing with each other’s dicks when I was six. In hindsight I’m relieved we never got caught and surprised we never took it further than fondling and the odd sucking.

At the end of my graduating year of high school a group of my friends and I partied and drank quite heavily. One night I was so drunk I couldn’t drive my parents’ car back home. It was a challenge, but I knew I could walk the 3 miles. I foolishly took a short cut through a heavily wooded park with a maze of trails. It was very dark, but I could soon make out the odd glow of cigarettes and the odd lighter sparking a new fag. I got really scared so soldiered on without engaging anyone. I began to realize these were all men and that I must have stumbled into a cruising area. My suspicions were confirmed as I began to receive whistles and cat calls as I nervously passed the dark images with glowing cigarette tips. My plan to bolt through was working well until I ran smack into a big burly wall of a man.

“Hey kid, what’s your hurry?” His deep voice reverberated through my body.

“I,  … awe …um … think I took a wrong turn.” I was still drunk and my words were slurred.

“Sounds like you’ve been drinking son?”

“Awe … um … yeah … too drunk to drive.”

“No problem kiddo. How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen, it’s legal drinking age here!” anger was evident in my voice.

“Yeah son, you are legal for other thinks as well.” I couldn’t see but I sensed his eyes were drinking me in with lustful interest. “You might have just stumbled into the right place after all.”

I caught his meaning quickly; “I’m a virgin, I’m not interested in THAT!” I tried to push on around his large frame.

He grabbed my arms and held me fast. “Hold on there sonny, don’t be so quick to make up your mind. Everybody’s got to start somewhere, and I’m a pretty good teacher, if I do say so myself.”

“Awe … um … ooo … what do you have in mind?” I nervously asked.

“Let’s just move off the path into the trees and see where the chemistry takes us.”

He was still holding my arms and literally pushed me off into the trees, so I really didn’t have a choice.

He pushed me up against a large tree trunk and bent down to plant a passionate kiss on my lips.

My mind exploded like fireworks! All my life I’d been kissing boys, but here was a large man making the first move. ‘Fuck, he’s choosing me!’ my mind screamed with joy.

He read my shifting energy in a split second. “Do you want me to suck your cock kid?”

He didn’t wait for my answer, he was kneeling in front of me and opening my fly before I had even processed his question.

‘Wow, GAME ON!’ I thought.,. and then realized my cock was being engulfed by his hot mouth and just as quickly it was growing super hard. ‘A man is sucking my dick’. My brain exploded, and so did my boner, I rapidly came in his mouth. With a happy guttural sound, he swallowed every drop of my spew. I had to push him off me my cock head became so sensitive.

He quickly stood and kissed me. Open mouth, full tongue! ‘Oh my god, he’s feeding me my cum, I guess he hadn’t swallowed it all…. Holy shit!’ my brain was struggling to take it all in. My body didn’t care, I’d found a perfect teacher to initiate me into my glorious gay sex life, and it had no intention of missing the opportunity. Despite having ejaculated my cock was still as hard as rock.

“So do you want to go down on mine?” His deep voice made my spine tingle from my neck to my groin. I was on my knees in a split second, and his magnificent tool was already free of its clothing. The manly scent of it was more intoxicating than the booze I had drank blurring my already reckless thinking.

I’d sucked a couple cocks in my life, but this was of a higher order. The moment I kissed his big mushroom head I knew my lips would crave this exotic flesh from now to eternity. I lingered on that kiss for the longest time, until I was drawn to suck the entire head in like a huge strawberry. My tongue instinctively messaged that firm but spongy head, and the receiver’s moan of satisfaction came from his soul. A slightly salty taste took me by surprise until my brain caught up with my overwhelming pleasure; ‘precum, my god, I’ve got him so excited, this must be the elixir of the gods’, my twink fag brain expounded. His hands gently but firmly went to the back of my head beginning to push. My first response was to resist but then my jaw just loosened and three inches of this magnificent man filled my mouth. His grip on my head loosened and I began to naturally fuck my mouth on his thick turgid cock. It seemed my jaw opened like a snake swallowing its prey hole and with each stroke he entered a bit deeper. When his firm but spongy head reached my tonsils, I gagged and almost pulled completely off. Over my coughing his voice encouraged with a resonance that soothed my soul, “Fuck kid, you are a natural, are you sure you’ve never done this.” I was now determined to take him all in, my jaw felt totally unhinged and I grabbed his hairy ass and pushed in willing myself not to gag. He came to a stop with his big ball sack on my chin and his furry bush tickling my nose. I held this position until I was becoming lite headed from lack of oxygen. I pulled completely off and gasped for restorative breath. While doing so he lifted me to standing and planted a full mouth kiss on me. “Damn kid, you almost made me cum, you are fucking talented!”

“You sucked down my load, let me finish you off, bring you over the top.” I pleaded.

“Oh, you’ll bring me to climax, don’t you worry. I plan to take your cherry.”

“Take my cherry?”

“Be the first man to open your virgin cherry ass.”

I couldn’t believe my ears, but my body knew what it wanted and I imeadiately turned, bent and leaned against the sturdy tree. He quickly spread my legs and buried his five o’clock shadow in my hole. Soon his sloppy tongue was probing my ring. My body filled with adrenaline, and I felt as if I was blasting into outer space like a rocket. I lost track of how long this ecstatic experience lasted and came to when I felt his warm hairy body push against my back and heard him whisper in my ear, “Are you ready?” I have no idea how I knew but my hands instinctively spread my ass cheeks. That magnificent mushroom cock head was now pushing against my hole. ‘Oh my god I love this man!’ my brain was flooded with the thought. Then a pain worse than anything I had experienced with my ass took over and I tried with all my might to push him away. He held steady and stared to calmly chant in my ear. “Just breath deep kid. Breath and push your ass out, breath and push, breath and push, breath and push, breath and push, that’s it, keep going, relax that ass, just let it relax.” It wasn’t until I suddenly felt him slide into the hilt that the pain didn’t dissipate but transformed into such a glorious sensation of pleasure. “That’s it boy, I’m all the way in, you’ve let me claim you. Your no longer virgin ass feels fantastic.” ‘Holy shit, I’m no longer a virgin. I’m no longer a virgin!’ sang forth in my head like the Mormon Tabernacle choir singing the Hallelujah Chorus. Then he started to truly fuck me. At first slow deliberate partial withdrawal followed by steady strong insertion. Then the in movement became stronger, more forceful. I don’t know how long this lasted I was so lost in pleasure I never wanted it to end, then his pace picked up and I could sense his breathing becoming erratic. He stood me up, plunged deep, pinning me against the tree. It both knocked the wind out of me and felt like the most natural beautiful thing ever. His groin pushed into me like a drill press as the most pleasurable moan flooded my ear. “Aaawwwweeeee, fuuuccckkkk yeah boy. Amazing” I was too stunned and full of pleasure to realize what had just happened. This magnificent naked man was full body hugging me from behind. He pulled out far too soon for my liking. I was just about to protest when I felt his suctioning lips on my ass ring. The suction continued as he gave the most magnificent (I know I like that word.) tongue fuck. Soon he quickly stood turned and embraced me.Hhis lips were on my mouth once again. But this time he was forcing a salty jell like substance into my mouth. There was so much I couldn’t help but swallow. Only then did it dawn on my overwhelmed brain what I was swallowing, I was far from repulsed!

When I opened my eyes looking over my man’s shoulder, I saw another dark figure standing within 3 feet of us. My virgin liberator noticed the shift in my energy and checked behind him. Seeing the other guy with his hard dick already in hand my man turned me and bent me against the tree.

This other man needed no encouragement; his long slim raw cock was buried to the hilt in my prone hole. His fuck was quick, delightfully brutal, and he was unloading in my ass very quickly.

He no sooner pulled out, and another smaller cock was furiously fucking my greedy hole, I knew I could never get enough of this. He blasted away deep in my gut, quickly pulled out and all three men were gone before I could even thank them.

I remained bent, leaning on the tree, my dripping ass out to the now cool air hoping another man would come along. As I was wrapping my fuzzy head around what had just happened so quickly, I began to sobber and a nagging thought began to creep into my consciousness. I began to fight to understand why the image of a health classroom was taking over my brain. Then I could see the mouth of our sex ed teacher moving, but I couldn’t make out her words. The next image hit me like a cascading brick wall! She was rolling a condom onto a banana. I had just allowed three men to fuck my virgin ass without a condom in sight. All three strangers had ejaculated deep in my gut. As if to confirm my memory I probed my ass, smelled and licked my finger.

Now I was numb and frozen with fear! I didn’t even hear the man approach from behind. I was startled when his finger entered my dripping hole. Before I could say anything, his hard dick was trying to force its way into my back hole.  I squeezed my ass tight and told him; “You need a condom.”

“I’m certain there is more than one load of strangers cum in there already.”

“Three” I blurted, ‘why did I say anything?’ I chastised myself.

He stepped away from me as my ass screamed for more. “Raw or none at all slut, your choice.”

Again, my brain lost and my body instinctively took over, my hands were spreading my ass cheeks as if directed by a determined twisted puppeteer.

For a smaller guy his erection was monstrous. He plunged it in and pounded away with no mercy. It took a bit for the pain to transform to pleasure. My heart pounded with both terror and excitement. The joyful anticipation of his load painting my guts won out. I was now pushing back onto his tool as hard or harder than he into me. I’d given over body and soul. I could feel his canon convulse in my cum soaked gut and with each spasm my heart soared as if I’d just won the Indee 500. He collapsed on my back, and we both gasped to regain our breath.

When he finally stood and pulled out of my ass with a crude squelching sound he chastised; “Well slut, aren’t you going to thank me? Didn’t your mom teach you manners?”

“Aw …. Um ….sorry … yeah, thanks I guess.” My brain was coming back to earth, and I knew I wasn’t sure of what I had just allowed. Although I also knew for certain, I wanted more.

“Fuck off!” he yelled and disappeared into the dark.

This time with heart racing and gasping for breath I pulled on my clothes. ‘When and how had I stripped or been stripped naked’ I wondered. All my clothes on and somewhat together I bolted out of the woods, park and ran all the way home.

Thankfully there were no lights on, and I was able to sneak to my room without being noticed. My bedside clock read 3 a.m. and despite my fear I fell into bed and dropped into a deep but fitful sleep. By 10 a.m. when I awoke my bed sheets were a disaster. I stripped, wrapped a towel around myself and checked to make sure no one was in the hallway. As I scurried toward the bathroom I remembered with a sense of pride, ‘I’m no longer a virgin.’ I proudly whipped the towel off for the last ten feet enjoying the cool air on my genitals and ass. ‘Real men don’t worry about towels between their bedroom and bath; they let it all hang out.’ By the time I closed the bathroom door without locking it for the first time since I was toilet trained, I was sporting my full erection. The urgency to get on the throne then hit me and I quickly farted out the cum that had not absorbed into my gut. It was a sobering surprising amount.

After my shower I confidently strode naked back to my room and stayed in there with my conflicted thoughts until dinner hour. Mom and Dad wondered what was wrong and I confessed I’d been nursing a hangover. Partial truth was good enough for me, and they bought it.

The next day was Sunday, and I spent it in tortured fear. I assumed any sexual health clinic would not be open. The next morning my father loaded me in the car early. We needed to drive two hours to his parents to do a two-day home renovation for them. He couldn’t manage it without my second set of hands.

By the time we returned home I knew it was useless to go to a clinic for PEP, that window of time had passed.

I didn’t sleep with worry and rumination for the next three nights. The next week took an eternity to pass. Each day the fear of having been infected grew increasingly persistent. By the end of the first month, I couldn’t hide my distress from my folks and friends. They all expressed their concern, but I held onto my secret like a hidden yet torturous treasure.

The second month passed even slower with my dread falling to sleep that I would wake with drenched bed sheets and feeling like a mac truck was rolling through my veins.

I couldn’t believe that I had survived at the end of the third month and was not quite able to take in the news that I tested negative.

After such profound fear for my life I refrained from any sex, save my right hand, for another full year until I met my current boyfriend at the end of my first year of college. At first sight we were both smitten, but it took us two weeks to screw but the courage to ‘hit the sack’. Surprisingly, he was a virgin and after some delightful 69ing he wanted to fuck me raw. It was very tempting, but I had told him in detail my loosing virginity story and the three agonizing months, he relented and suited up. The condom burned and the fuck was disappointing, far too vanilla, but I knew I needed to cut him and the condom some slack.

Six months into our monogamous relationship we decided to move in together. After a week of fucking each other every night and him begging me to trust him and do each other raw I relented.

I was the first to slide into him raw and in no time, I was pumping my jizz deep into his gut. He was over the moon! We flipped and from the moment his silky skin slid past my outer ring the ecstatic memory of my first four fucks blasted me into outer space. His fuck was more animalistic than ever, and he was soon filling me with his wonderful man seed. We were now a true couple. The rest of the condoms went in the garbage the next morning and we’ve never looked back.

Although we almost did two months later. I had caught him reading stories on this site. At first, he was embarrassed and I was angry but quickly we found ourselves reading these stories as foreplay for our increasingly uninhibited sex. We were always hornier than ever and fucked at all times of day like rabbits.

We started going to a gay bar regularly. Long story short, a handsome older bear of a man started hitting on us. He told us he loved playing with twink couples. While he headed off to the bar to buy us drinks my boyfriend asked me what I thought, assuring me we would use condoms with this handsome bear. I couldn’t say no before the bear returned with three beers. The flirting became more aggressive as we quickly guzzled the first beer. He kept them coming and my lover went to the bathroom as the bear, and I guzzled a third beer between snogging. As we were entering the bathroom we met my man leaving. He winked at us.

That wink was like an ON switch for the bear and me. I entered the first empty stall, had my shirt off and pants dropped, and was leaning over the throne before he even got the door closed. I looked back to see his magnificent (sorry again) hairy torso and emerging baseball bat member, and him digging a foil pouch from his pant pocket. ‘Great, he knows he needs a condom’ I thought with relief and pulled my ass cheeks apart. Lube was fingered into my waiting hole, and his cock was quick to follow. Too quick. I reached back feeling his cock drive in and out of me to make sure he was covered. Nothing, just the magnificent skin of his turgid man meat.

“You need a condom.” I feebly stated.

He reached around and grabbed my clearly aroused cock. “Your mind might think you want a condom, your body knows better.”

I knew he was right and pushed back so every stroke hit my prostate. I was soon blasting my load into the toilet bowl, my ass contractions pulling him over the edge. ‘Fuck, how can I enjoy a strangers raw codk and  load so damn much.’ My brain raced.’

We uncoupled and embraced. I thanked him, pulled my clothes on and bolted to my lover telling him we had to get home right now.

He resisted; “But the bear?” The truth dawned on him quickly, “He just bred you.”

“Let’s get out of here fast!” I pleaded. I confessed all on the way home. He thought it was the hottest story he had ever heard and insisted on fucking and breeding me in the stairwell up to our apartment.

When we checked our phones before climbing into bed, I learned my grandmother had suffered a massive heart attack and died. The next four days were busy with travel, visitations and funeral. The PEP window was again past.

My lover was compassionately attentive to my fear. But he’d been reading pozing stories and refused to return to condom use. If I got ‘IT’ he was bound and determined to get knocked up to.

Three months passed, and we both tested negative. I swore I would never take another mans load again. He insisted we both go on PreP. He won.

For six months we took our PreP diligently without a missed dose and without playing with anyone else.

Then he came across the add for a New Years Eve Horse Market Competition. I couldn’t get him to shut up about it. He continually pestered me, “You know deep inside you really want to be a mare taking stallion loads one after the other. Your body tells me you also want to get knocked up, your cock gets so excited when we read stealthing and posing bedtime stories.” Day in and day out he wouldn’t relent.

I finally agreed to register as a mare. But as enticing as the $20,000 prize was, I was not going off PreP. After we sent off the applications, he was registering as an observer, I kept quizzing him, “Are you sure you don’t want to be a mare as well?”

He assured me. “I didn’t get to see the bear breed you. I’m not missing watching the next time you take a stranger’s load up your ass. PreP or no PreP, I don’t care. After that I move into wild mare mode myself!”

His determination scared the shit out of me, especially three days later when our acceptance arrived in our inbox.

 

 

[barebackrnb]

Loving how @Tanbbottomis introducing us readers to participants of the Horse Market Competition in detail (This should give readers sufficient background to feel like we know each man as a friend/fuck buddy.)  These introductions are a nice prelude to the Competition and also give us some good sex descriptions to edge/goon with.  Looking forward to the next participant introduction!

[Tanbbottom]

GAME ON (part IV)

Ali

I can’t believe how stumbling upon the New Years Eve Horse Market competition has throne me off balance. I should be able to ignore it. But, once seen, I couldn’t unsee it. It’s like the words burned a permanent and persistent image in my brain, especially the $20,000 prize. It sounds like a lot of money, but to risk carrying the virus for the rest of your life, let alone risking you might be one of the unlucky sods that the meds don’t work for. It’s insane to consider being an at-risk mare in such a game, and yet, register I did. Furthermore, my application was accepted! I’ve been tested daily for two weeks, and the event is only one week away. Every day they take a sample of my blood and check it for HIV and the presence of PreP, a trace of either would get me disqualified

But I can’t get disqualified. See, I’ve never taken PreP in my life, and I’ve never even been fucked, bareback, or with a condom. In fact, I’ve never even sucked a cock. I know it’s hard to believe that I could be 24 and never had any sexual experience, but it’s true. Oh I have shamefully jerking off to porn; but, I’ve never been with a man or a woman. Not that I would ever consider sex with a woman. Straight porn and a woman’s anatomy are gorse.

I guess you need some background. My strict fundamentalist Muslim parents named me but clearly had no understanding of the meaning of my name; Exalted, noble, and sublime. They treated me like dirt. They were so disappointed I was their only progeny, especially after so many miscarriages. They felt cursed by Allah and made sure I knew I was equally and exponentially more cursed.

I fled home in Brittan at the age of sixteen. I was a stowaway on a cargo ship destined for Montreal Canada. Miraculously I was not caught. I hiked and hitch-hiked my way to Toronto where I’ve been ever since. I took every menial job I could find working my way up to a waiter in a very expensive and prestigious restaurant. The tips I make are very fitting to the meaning of my name.

I know my looks and people pleasing manner contribute to my success. I speak with a delightful combination to Farcy and British accent, at least that’s what people constantly tell me.  I’m five foot, 10 Inches in a compact, muscular, cub body. I’ve avoided sex for many years by daily running, rowing and lifting weights. Dark hair covers my arms, chest, back and legs. I keep my thick hair and beard short cropped and I’m told that my dimples when I smile make my face adorable. It’s not unusual for people to admire my arm hair and ask me to unbutton my shirt to get a better view of the hair peeking out at my throat. I always comply and their hands inevitably reach inside to caress my well-developed pecs. Whenever this happens, I fit in an extra long run or workout.

I avoid the gay village like the plague. If I mistakenly get close to it, I’m always hit on by one or many men whose lustful looks fill me with dread and shame. More accurately the stirring those looks create in my loins fills me with dread and shame. The holy teachings I grew up with forbade fornication, and fornication between men was punishable by death. That’s why Allah sent AIDS.

I might have found the courage to run away from home and my hateful parents, but I couldn’t muster the self will to deny these incredibly restrictive religious teachings.

That is until I saw the Horse Market advertisement. I knew it was pure, unadulterated evil, but it got a hook caught in me that nothing I tried could dislodge.

I found a fortune teller and totally out of character and against my religion I went to her. She had me draw three cards from her deck. She told me the first card represented my past. She accurately described the dark hateful atmosphere of my childhood home and religion and the desperate loneliness of my current life. The second card was my present. Reading it from left to right she explained the dagger meant I needed to give my middle finger to my past and whatever was holding me back from the new life symbolized by the gorgeous sunrise on the right side of the card. The third card represented my future. It was filled with dozens of naked men’s bodies entwined in a hedonistic orgy. With a smile and gentle earnestness, she asked if I was gay. When I looked at the floor in shame she coaxed me, “You must give that shame the finger. Tell the shame and anyone that planted it in you to fuck off, let you live your life, the sacred, noble, exalted, sublime life Allah gifted you with in your soul.” I wept as she held me to her breast. When all the grief, pain and fear had finally released I pulled up the advertisement on my phone. She carefully read it before she said, “No one can tell you what to do my son. You must find the courage to trust your own intuition which will lead you down your unique path. Only you can know what’s right for you.” Then she paused and held my gaze with deep compassion. “But, let me say one more thing.” She broke into a big grin, “This event sounds fucking awesome!” We both laughed until tears ran down our cheeks and our bellies hurt.

I floated home to my meager room, I had never felt so lite and full of confidence. I sent in my registration/application that night. I was terrified when I got word back that I was accepted as a mare competing to get knocked up with HIV. But what better way to give my parents and religious teachers the middle finger than to dive in the deep end of gay sex with maximum risk! 

 

 

[onlyraw]

Enjoying these introductions, each unique characters, looking forward to meeting the rest ….. and then seeing what happens

@Tanbbottom what might be helpful for us when you get to the party … is to include a list of the characters and one or two lines about them to help us remember who they are 

[plisken]

Nice set up, but I'm loosing track of who is who

[Tanbbottom]

6 hours ago, onlyraw said:

Enjoying these introductions, each unique characters, looking forward to meeting the rest ….. and then seeing what happens

@Tanbbottom what might be helpful for us when you get to the party … is to include a list of the characters and one or two lines about them to help us remember who they are 

Good suggestion, thanks. 

[Tanbbottom]

GAME ON (Part V) First breedings

Character Review

Alejandro; the only one of 15 stallions that is toxic Poz. HIV poz, non-medicated with high viral load. String of confirmed pozzed and stealthed bottoms notched on his belt. Competing for 1% of video sales profits and hoping for gateway into the porn industry

Felex; Felix Maritaud’s (Star of Savage) doppelganger. Homeless gay sex worker, PreP free Mare Competing for $20,000 prize, and bred closest to stroke of midnight. He’s also hoping this could be a gateway into the porn industry.

Ashley: About 20-year-old twink, with a twink partner/lover, taking PreP Mare, competing for bred closest to midnight. Lost his virginity at 18 with four men breeding him in local park woods.

Ali: 24-year-old Virgin Iranian cub, PreP free Mare competing for $20,000 prize, and bred closest to the stroke of midnight.

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Rob, MC for the New Year’s Eve event at Steamworks

Well, the big event arrived and the bathhouse had pulled out all the stops. The walls of three rooms adjacent to the workout room had been removed and the workout equipment stored. Three slings were hung at equal distance in the middle of the event space providing lots of room for stallions, judges and observers to gather around. The rest of the bathhouse space was cordoned off and out of bounds. The judges had studied the rules and confirmed suitability of each contestant. MC notes were prepared; the lighting and sound system were set and tested. The clock was ticking away on the old year, and it was time to begin.

The lights dimmed as I stepped to my podium, and the spotlight followed trained on me.

“Ladies … don’t laugh, some of you gathered are honoured drama queens … and gentleman. Queer’s and sluts, I suppose is most fitting. Welcome to our first annual Horse Market competition. That’s right, Cummunion and Steamworks hope to make this an annual event. PRIDE Studios were so excited by the idea that they agreed to film and edit this event. 15 hunky stallions have signed up, and one of these men is hoping to earn 1% of the profits from the video you are all performing in this evening. He is the only toxic poz breeder in our ‘stable’, and he wins his prize if within three weeks of this event the one mare that he breeds gets knocked up with HIV. That’s right guys, in tonight’s proceedings the judges will be watching him closely to make sure he only breeds one of the three vulnerable mare contestants. (A murmur goes through the audience.) You heard me correctly, you had probably heard the rumor that one of our mares was to be protected by PreP, therefore safe from the toxic load should he receive it. That was his plan when he registered, but he changed his application in time to qualify, so all three mares are in the running for the $20,0000 prize should they get knocked up here tonight right in front of your very eyes. (Cheers and applause) You all know the rules you signed to follow, so without further delay let’s bring on our 15 stallions! (Uproarious cheers and applause as 15 men of a wide assortment of body types clad only in a variety of jock straps run into the centre of the performance now lit with a couple new spotlights. When they are all assembled in one line they take a deep bow to the audience. The MC waits for the mayhem to quiet down.) “Thank you everyone, thanks for your applause. Don’t worry, shortly after midnight the toxic poz stud among this fine assortment of men will be revealed.”

“Now I will introduce your brave mare’s one at a time. Please hold your applause until their judge indicates they have been strapped into their assigned sling. They drew straws to determine their order of appearance.”

(The stallions had moved to the back wall and lights came up on the first sling. The MC left a dramatic silence. …) “Contestant number one’s name sounds like a girl, but I can assure you he is 100% horny gay male twink, and he’s going to address you before he’s helped into his sling. Ashley, come on out.”

(Ashley makes his way to the podium with only a bathhouse towel wrapped around his middle. Soft applause ensues.) MC; “Thanks guys, but please remember to hold your applause. Ashley?”

Ashley: ”I’m the mare that changed his application. I was going to do this even on PreP. But my boy friend Ben, his name should be Badger, hounded me to change my mind. We had planned to open our relationship and go on PreP after I had a slip and cheated on him. ( A mix of boos and cheers, with the MC stepping in to hush the crowd.) But he entered me in this thing and refused to let us sign up for daily PreP medication. He assured me that PreP on demand would suit us fine. I don’t fully understand how the damn stuff works, but as I said, Ben is persuasive. Three weeks ago, when I came for the first blood test and they saw I was negative, but there was no PreP in my system they said I would be disqualified, which suited me fine. But not Ben. They assured us that if I changed my status in the competition to unprotected mare I could stay in. They gave us overnight to decide. I was adamantly against going forward. Ben took me out to dinner and got me quite drunk. When we got home, we shared an entire bottle of red wine before a drunken fuck. He kept persuading me he’s a chaser, loves me to pieces and wants me to be the one to knock him up. Yeah, yeah yeah, yaddi, yaddi, yadda, and her I am, I relented to shut him up. I do love you Ben. (Awwww! Throughout the crowd. Ashley moves to his sling, drops his towel and is quickly secured into his sling. The crowd applauds)

MC: “Some of you may recognize contestant two from his corner near the 511 where he sells his wares; One of Toronto’s finest gay sex workers, Felix!

(Fe;ix runs to his sling stark naked with a raging hard on leading his way. He takes a deep bow before getting strapped in.)

MC: “Now you’ll find this hard to believe, but how could this cute cub be lying with that innocent looking face. This mare is a virgin. He swears he’s never even sucked a man’s cock. (The crowd murmurs) The first stallion to mount him will be spoiling his virgin cherry ass. Watch these stallions rush for that chance, camera men be sure to capture that special moment. Of Iranian decent, raised in Briton, 24-year-old Ali.

(Ali makes his way to the last sling wearing a black jock strap and is strapped in for the final round of applause.)

MC: “Stallions it’s time to get rid of your jock straps! It’s GAME ON! Let the fucking begin. Remember to save an orgasm for the stroke of midnight”

Ali’s thoughts: ‘My heart was racing and my tongue was dryer than the desert. But I was now in the sling and I hadn’t thrown up. I had the first time I used a dildo on my hole; I chose an eight inch fairly thick one knowing I could have to deal with some monster cocks in this competition. When the game started, I was swarmed by maybe a dozen guys all fighting to be 1st get at my virgin hole. I could have been, should have been, but wasn’t prepared for this. The judge assigned to me did his best to calm the fight and a tall handsome muscular guy in his mid thirties had managed the best position. A camara man pushed through the crowd first focusing on my face (Full of terror) then moving down to capture ‘the main event’. A jar of coconut oil appeared, and a generous portion was fingered and pushed into my hole. Only then did I see my stallion’s huge erection. Ten solid inches, thick as my dildo, and straight as an arrow. The spongy head was soon pushing at my virginity. I couldn’t take my terrified eyes off it thinking ‘Allah, this is going to rip me apart’. My stallion sensing my fear bent over and kissed me square on the lips. It was so disarming to enjoy my first kiss from a man that my body began to relax. When he stood, he motioned for me to keep my eyes on his strong but compassionate gaze. Someone on my left got close to my ear and gently coached me to breath deep and push my ass out. I concentrated on the warm deep dark brown eyes, my breath and pushed thinking this must be what it’s like to birth a baby. Very soon a burning pain ripped through my ass. If my hands hadn’t been strapped down, I would have pushed the brute away. The voice in my left ear assured, “His head is through, just keep breathing and try to relax through the pain.” The strong face held my gaze and supply nodded. The voice on my left, “Let him in, it will feel better soon, I promise.” Eye’s wide open I silently prayed to Allah, ‘If this be your will then I offer my body wholly and completely, use me as your sacred instrument.” Magically he moved deeper into me, and I soon felt his balls resting on my taint. The voice on my left again “Fuck yeah, you did it, that’s it, he’s all the way in, you’re a natural.” The stallion was nodding his head with great please and then he spoke; “I’ve claimed your cherry Ali, you are no longer a virgin.” I couldn’t believe I was hearing my own voice; “You may have claimed my cherry, but I’m a virgin until you fill me with your cum.” The crowd went wild. And so did my stallion pounding into me harder and faster with every fuck stroke. I didn’t even notice the moment when the pain and fear totally subsided, but I did notice my eye’s roll into the back of my head and my body flood with a power and pleasure I had never even dreamed was possible. It was time to pray again, ‘Thank you Allah for letting me be your servant.” I don’t know how long the ecstatic pounding lasted but I did notice the stallion struggling to get his breath. Then it was his turn for his eyes to roll back, and I felt a warmness filling me deep inside. It was as if every muscle in this strong stallion was convulsing over and over, and over and over again. Then he collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck, then he began to suck on my neck, and then sucked even harder until it hurt. I began to wonder if Allah had given my body over to a vampire. His voice emerged harsh and raspy; “You are now no longer a virgin; I’ve marked you inside and out.” The voice to my left; “He gave you a big hicky!”  I was unbelieving; “But did he breed me?” The voice: “Oh yeah son, he fuckin bred you deep. You’ve scored your first load of the evening.” The stallion pulled out and I felt so empty for a split second. My second raw cock was already deep inside me and wasted no time in plunging into a vigorous fuck!’

 

Felix's thoughts; ‘I had always loved putting on a sex show and this being centre stage was amazing. It was only slightly distracting that the cub was getting the most attention, but I didn’t give it much thought. The night was young and I knew I was very gifted at my trade. My first stallion had an ugly face and big pot belly, but I never let appearances affect the service and pleasure I was hired to provide. The important thing was his cock. It was not that long, but it was incredibly thick, in fact thicker than a beer can. When he asked around for lube I lied and told him I had pre lubed. I encouraged him to drive it home. He didn’t need encouragement. He plunged into the hilt in one motion which knocked the air out of me. My ass hurt like fuckin hell, but I knew he’d torn me apart and that he had fulfilled my goal. There would be plenty of time later to transcend into the pleasure of the many fucks to come. I focused on milking his raw cock with my asses professional expertise and was rewarded quickly with the first breeding of the three guys in the competition. My ass was now filled with my lube of choice. The next dad bod cock was in me as soon as the big, bellied troll pulled out.’

 

Ashley’s thoughts: ‘The first stallion at my hole was a tall skinny albino with a eight inch downward curved man tool. His vein’s bulged all over his body and I was convinced he must be the toxic poz stallion. I was instantly furious with Ben. How could I have let him trick me into getting knocked up? I caught his eye in the crowd, and he had clearly put the pieces together and come to the same conclusion as me. Difference was he was jubilant and sharing his good news with the observers around him. Rather than asking for lube the albino took time to eat out my ass and lube me with his spit. The pleasure of his hot lips and tongue shifted my focus. I began to think, ‘this is amazing I really don’t want it to stop’. But when I heard the troll unload in the guy beside me, I cried, “Just fuck me already.” He wasn’t going to be rushed and kept up his oral ministrations on my ass. Finally, he stood and that magnificent tool snaked into my guts. It had a way of just brushing past my prostate that had me horny as hell in no time. He laid on a great fuck that had me oblivious to the conclusion I had reached about his status. He fucked me for what seemed like the longest time and when I heard the crowd congratulating the cub on loosing his virginity and taking his first load, I blasted off a hands-free ejaculation. Not even my ass contractions brought this tall, long cocked stallion off. It wasn’t until after the sex worker had taken his third breeding that my albino stallion announced he was ready to cum. Oblivious to his status I begged with a loud voice; “Fucking breed me deep man, breed me already.” As his convulsions rocked my body I could here Ben in the crowd cheering. “Knock my man up. Yeah, knock him up!”

 

 

[Tanbbottom]

I screwed up guys, sorry. The second mare in the last chapter is Felix. That's what I get for writing so late at night!

I'll keep that sorted out better for the rest of the story.  Apologies!🥴

[kitpig]

1 hour ago, Tanbbottom said:

I screwed up guys, sorry. The second mare in the last chapter is Felix. That's what I get for writing so late at night!

I'll keep that sorted out better for the rest of the story.  Apologies!🥴

Not to worry @Tanbbottom, I read through that and really enjoyed the chapter!  I really look forward to the following chapters and seeing if more than 1 mare, or indeed any of the observers get pozzed during the post midnight orgy / free-for-all :) 

[drscorpio]

4 hours ago, Tanbbottom said:

I screwed up guys, sorry. The second mare in the last chapter is Felix. That's what I get for writing so late at night!

I'll keep that sorted out better for the rest of the story.  Apologies!🥴

Moderator's Note: I think I fixed it. Please check and make sure it now reads like it should.