The last work ~ from original bugshare

[LuciferSubFagPig]

Posted on Friday, March 05, 2004 - 05:31 pm:

Grab the lube, poppers and a towel boys. You’ll need them.

“Damn, I’m so tired. I’m glad this is my last night.”

He’d been pozzed for over 5 years now. He couldn’t tell you the exact date of his impregnation or even who it was who did it. When he first found out, he was religious about taking his medicines, but the side affects were miserable and whatever strains he had weren’t responding to the medicine well. He quickly realized that he was fighting a losing battle, so he might as well just take it in stride. He was always a bottom, but the moment that he got the news, he went into shock, then denial, and then figured, “Now’s the time to do what I’ve always wanted.” With that that he became a total bottom, cum-pig slut. Hours in the sling, taking load after load, leaving the door to his room propped open with poppers under his nose, Tina flowing through his veins, and his ass dripping with the cum of dozens of men.

Now, he was fucked out. Tired, worn, the bug eating away at his body, it was becoming more and more difficult to do even simple things. His viral load was super high. He didn’t even ask his doctor the numbers any more and they both knew that it was only a matter of time. He was a tattoo artist and he ran a very small shop off of the beaten path. He stopped taking large commissions, because he didn’t have the energy to do them any more and specialized in small detailed work. He had already sold off most of his equipment and tomorrow was going to check into a hospice.

“It was a good run and I had a lot of fun” he thought to himself, thinking about all of the cocks that he had taken, his ass twitching as it remembered the feeling of being fucked again and again. He took a look around at his shop and looked at the clock. Almost 10 p.m., 15 minutes before closing. He got out a small bag of Tina and was going to snort it and then jack off, letting his poz cum shoot around the studio as sort of a final way of leaving his mark. Then he heard the “ding” of the front door. “Damn! Oh well, it can wait for a bit." “Hey Dude, you still here or what?” a slurred voice yelled out.

“Fuck, just what I need another drunk frat boy wanting some stupid logo or tribal band” He thought. He looked out of the back room and saw a young college boy, maybe 19 or 20, dark hair with bleached tips, brown eyes, slim body, tight jeans, a windbreakers, and an open bottle of beer clutched in his hand. The boy was swaying back and forth like he couldn’t find his balance. The artist knew that it was unethical to tattoo those people were drunk, but thought 'What the hell. It's my last night'. “What can I help you with?” “I’m looking for a tattoo.” The boy giggled, thinking this was the funniest thing that he ever said. “I hear that you do good work for a fucked up faggot and soon you’re going to be dead from taking it up the ass. I better get something from you before you’re just a fucked up bag of worm food.”

The boy was obviously so drunk that he barely knew where he was, let alone what he was saying. The man’s eyes narrowed with the insult, and he was about to tell the boy to “Fuck off,” when suddenly he smiled and said, “Sure, I’ve got something to give you and it will be my best work ever.” He told the boy to take a seat in the back room and look on the walls to see if there was design that he liked. He then went over to the door, locked it, turned the sign to read “closed,” turned off the lights to the front of the shop and walked to the back room. The boy was looking at the drawings on the wall, using one hand to support himself to keep from falling face first into the wall. The man was looking at the boy’s tight ass filling out the jeans, with his own plans in mind. “So, do you see anything that you like?” he asked. “I dunno - how much does it hurt? And I don’t have a ton of money” the boy replied. “Well, it doesn’t hurt too badly and I’ve some stuff that will take an edge off the pain. About the money, well, don’t worry about. You’re my last customer, so I’ll give it to you free. Yin/Yang symbols right above the ass crack are very popular right now. They don’t show unless you’re wearing low riding shorts and the ladies always ask to see more of it, so it gives you a chance to 'have' to strip to show it off better.”

“Fuck yeah, then you can slip them the bone. Course you don’t know 'bout that” the boy laughed out and spilled part of his beer on the floor. The tattooist ignored the insult replying “You’re going to have to take off your pants and underwear, so I can give it to you correctly. When you’re done, just lay over the padded bench and we’ll get to work.” The boy chugged down the rest of his beer, set the bottle down and unzipped his pants. They fell down around his ankles and his soft cock flopped down between his thighs. The man noticed the dark hair around the kid's cock and low hanging balls. The boy took a step towards the bench and stumbled. “Fuck, I forgot the damned shoes.” “I’ll take care of it, you just relax.” The man untied the sneakers and pulled the boy’s pants off of him. “Lay face down on the bench and you might want to adjust your boys since you’re going to be there awhile.” The kid snickered, and reached down and moved his cock and balls down between his legs. The man asked, “What color do you want the symbol?” “Red man, the color of blood would be cool.” “My thoughts exactly.” And the man went to his table to get the ink ready for tattooing. He mixed up the ink and made certain to put a nice big scoop of Tina in it. He mixed up the ink until it was nice and smooth, and then rubbed the spot above the boy’s ass with an alcohol swab to sterilize it. Ever the professional. “Ready?” The man then placed the tattoo gun and pressed down HARD for the first line.

“FUCK! I thought you said it wasn’t going to hurt that bad.” The shock took some of the edge off the boy’s drunken state. “It was a test to see if you needed some of the pain killer. Obviously, the beer isn’t going to do it. Would you like some pain killer?” “Hey, I drunk a lots of beer tonight, but yeah gimme the killer and do a good job.” “I’ll do a great job for you. You won’t believe the looks you’ll get from this job.” The man pulled down several brands bottles of poppers and with a shrug poured them all in a big bottle. “Here is a new way to take the pain killer without danger. This way you can control the dose. Let me show you how.” The man then held the bottle up to his nose and took a big hit. He felt his body warm and his cock start to stiffen from the rush. He then held the bottle by the boy’s nose, pinched his one nostril shut and told him to take a deep sniff. The boy did as he told, and the man then alternated to the other nostril and told him to sniff in again. He did this back and forth for several minutes, until he heard the boy let out a moan from his chest and saw that he was slightly sweating and rubbing his cock against the vinyl of the bench. The man set the opened bottle on the table and put the table under the boy’s head, so as his head hung down he was still breathing the fumes. The man then went back to the boy’s ass and started working on the tattoo. The boy jumped a bit, but didn’t fight. Small groans and moans were the only sounds coming from the boy.

The man’s cock grew harder and harder at the thought of Tina laced ink going into this boy and drugging him up even more. Wiping off the blood and extra ink with a rag, he smiled at his last creation coming to life under his fingers. Soon the design was finished. The man went around to the front of the boy and lifted the boy’s face with his hand. The boy’s eyes were glazed and a small pool of drool had formed on the table. He was awake, but completely out of it. The man went around to the boy’s legs, stepped between them and dropped his pants. The man normally was a bottom, but figured this was a great way to go out. Besides the boy has asked for 'something' saying he wanted a good job. Whatever.

The man leaned over and pulled the boy’s ass cheeks apart and licked the rose in front of him. The boy groaned and pushed back. “Straight boys love to get their asses eaten out" the man thought with a grin. He went to work loosening up the boy’s hole, until it bloomed in front of his eyes. He walked over to the boy’s head and looked the boy in the eyes saying “I promised that you would have my best and last work. Your body will be the canvas of my greatest creation. You see this cock? This is the needle that I’m going to use to inject you with something that will last your entire life, however short that might be.” He held up the boy’s head by his hair, the boy could hear him, but the words weren’t registering - yet. “See boy, I’m going to make you a work of art that will change from day to day. Every day will be different, until the final day comes.”

The man dropped the boy’s head and checked to make sure the poppers were still under the boy’s face. He stepped between the boy’s legs, spread them wide, and with his thumbs opened the boy’s slick hole. He grabbed his cock and could feel his heart pounding blood into it. It was jumping and throbbing to the beat of his heart. He was a bottom, but tonight he was an artist, a Dom top, and he was going to fuck up this boy with his legacy. Part of him would live in this boy until the boy’s body was consumed by him. He put the tip of his cock on the boy’s hole, grabbed the boy’s hips and started to push. The boy raised his head and groaned. “Open up and let me in!” Something gave way and with a slow hard slide in, the man’s balls were resting next to the boy’s as his cock opened up the boy’s ass.

“Noooooo!” the boy whimpered. It was the last coherent sound he made as the man started the trip back out of the boy. The next fuck in was easier, but still not easy. The boy trembled and shock, but in his drugged state he couldn’t escape. The man then started to rape the boy’s ass. His mind was whirling at the feelings of power in his body. His cock was creating and destroying at the same time. He could feel the boy’s tissues in his ass getting swollen from the tears his cock was inflicting. This cock which could create life was now going to create a bug that was going to destroy this boy. He was going to impregnate the boy with his essence. He groaned at the thought of it and fucked the boy with deep long hard strokes ripping up his ass. “Was this how the tops felt when the fucked his ass with their dripping poz cocks?” The boy was shocked at what was happening and tears started to form in his eyes. His mind was rejecting what was happening even as his body was beginning to react. In some part of his mind he knew what was going on, but his body was thrusting back into the man, wanting more of that hard cock inside of him.

The man was breathing hard and getting close. It was only a matter of time until the moment of creation was near. Harder and harder, he fucked his cock into the boy, his balls pulling up and then it happened: his body shoved hard and deep into the boy, his vision blackened for a moment and he yelled out as he felt his diseased cum shoot deep into the boy, poisoning his system and creating a new life within the boy. Again and again, his body not truly under his control as he thrust again and again into the boy, spurts after spurt shooting out of his cock shoving the previous shot deeper into this man/child’s cunt.

The boy moaned as he felt the man’s cock swell inside of him and a feeling of liquid fiery heat began to fill him. Tears were now dripping from his eyes as he knew what had happened even through the drug haze. At the last instant, his body had betrayed him and thrust back against the man’s shooting cock, wanting what the seed of this man, even though he knew it was death. The man shook from the force of his cumming and pulled his softening cock out of the boy. It was pinkish in color and as he looked down he saw the boy’s cock was hard. Never one to let a hard cock go to waste, he grabbed the boy’s body and flipped him over. The man dipped his finger in the remaining Tina and shoved it up his ass. He climbed up on the bench and held the boy’s cock as he guided it to his hole. The boy was quaking with the intensity of his breeding and barely noticed what was happening, when he felt a hot hold gripping his cock in an iron grip. He raised his head and saw the man smile evilly at him as the man lowered his ass onto the boy’s cock. The man then began to ride the boy’s hot cock. He was not asking for the boy’s last negative load, his ass was demanding it. He rode the boy like the wanton cum slut he was. He knew in his soul that this was going to be the one fuck he would remember on his deathbed. The boy was weeping with the shame of what was happening, but once again his body betrayed him and soon he was fucking back hard into that descending hole. It was just another hot hole that wanted his cum. All too soon, the boy’s balls contracted and his jabs became short and frenzied. The man felt the change, and kicked his legs out so that the full weight of his body drove the boy’s cock deep inside of him. The boy’s cock shot streams of cum into the man, buckets of cum, and oceans of cum made sweeter by the fact that after this his cum would be deadly. The man’s ass milked the boy’s cock and he leaned down and kissed the boy on the lips, opening his mouth and shoving his tongue inside. The boy didn’t resist as he knew it was too late.

The man climbed off of the boy’s softening cock, helped him to his feet, got him dressed and pushed him out of his shop. He knew that alcohol and drugs would soften the boy’s memories of this night until he would convince himself that it really didn’t happen. Or at least until he looked in a mirror and saw a small red biohazard sign carefully tattooed above his ass. Then he would realize the impact of the artist’s last work.

Hope you dropped a load with this story.

Edited December 13, 2012 by Hotload84

[capetownbtm]

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[DocThor]

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[Guest NastyPigDad]

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[toad2]

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[Hogman]

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[mike43]

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[xyvortex]

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[FFun2BB]

 

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[Guest takingdeepanal]

On 12/13/2012 at 2:30 PM, NastyPigDad said:

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[xyvortex]

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[Guest takingdeepanal]

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[slamslutnyc2009]

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