I met this guy in a Chat Room who was into really into raunch and kink. I mean he was into Bloodsports.
We talked back and forth for several weeks. He lived fairly close. He said he wanted to Breed me. Said he had been POZ for 5 years, on NO MEDS, with a HIGH VIRAL LOAD.
At first I held back, but the idea of getting POZZED seemed so SEXY. I�m not sure why. Maybe it�s the Guy Equivalent of getting Pregnant. Big difference, of course. Pregnancy is all about creating Life; POZZING IS DESTROYING IT.Either way, I was infatuated with this guy. I couldn�t get him out of my mind. We exchanged pics. He was really good looking—with a PA through his Dick. I knew he would tear me up if he ever screwed me, but I got to fantasizing about THAT a lot. I looked forward to our chats more and more. But I never thought I�d have the guts to do the stuff he was into.
I was online one Sunday afternoon. He sent me a message and asked if I wanted to play. I said OK. He gave me directions, and I was on his doorstep in an hour. He had beer and weed waiting, and some really good Poppers. To get me relaxed, I suppose. Cause after that we got into some really heavy RAUNCH like I�d never done before.
I didn�t think I was capable of it, but he led me from SPIT and WATERSPORTS (with which I was familiar) to SCAT and FISTING and BLOODSPORTS (with which I was not). We ended up doing stuff most guys only dream of.
He told me again he wanted to POZ me. My Erection stiffened. I felt I was in the presence of Pure Evil. And I suspected it was Infectious. I felt if I stuck around, I�d end up like him. Getting CONVERTED and getting POZZED can be two different things.
He did me Bareback with his big ringed Dick�all the while staring into my eyes with this evil, sadistic grin. After a bit he pulled out and shoved his Fist up my Ass using my own SHIT for LUBE. He started to PUNCH FUCK me, just to get my Hole bloody and ripped. Damn, that hurt like hell! He resumed Screwing me till he shot a huge Load of Dirty Seed up my Ass.
"Just to make sure," he said.
He lit another joint, took a puff, then handed it to me to finish.
He took a sewing needle and stuck it into his Dick Head and without hesitation took the same needle with its bloody tip and stuck it into mine. He did this quickly and withdrew so rapidly that it was in and out of me before I could yelp in pain.
He did this twice more, and I let him. The next insertions, he worked more slowly, deliberately—like he wanted me to anticipate and feel it. He held the bloody needle in my Dick Head longer. It burnt like fire. I was paralyzed. It was like I was under his spell or something. I bit my lip in agony.
When it was over he kissed goodbye. A long, passionate kiss full of spit and saliva, and I responded in kind. As I drove home, I knew it was too late. His DNA was in me, and so was his Soul. His Cum was leaking out of my Ass. And my Dick still stung with multi-puncture wounds from the needle.
3 weeks to the day, I fell ill with the Flu. It lasted a full week. I haven't been tested yet. And I don't think I will. If you don�t have Proof POZITIVE, then you actually can�t INTENTIONALLY hurt a guy, can you? Yeah, I plan to TOP BAREBACK a lot from now on. If I guy�s open to any of the specialties I engaged in that Sunday, so much the better. Otherwise, I�ll have to handle his Conversion through more conventional means. I�ve built up a stash of doctored condoms for just such occasions.