How I got assfucked full of AIDS ***
The room is dark. Stray flickers of light from the hall are the only escape from pitch black. Shadows enter the room randomly, some taking shape, others dissolving. The only thing I'm sure of is the 4 foot long leather bench I'm draped acrosss, it has a seat on both sides and a V shaped back to act as a backrest. for each side. But its not made for sitting. It's primary function is what I'm using it for right now- knees on one bench, draped over the inverted V, hands braced on the other benchseat, *** up in the air, getting ****** in the *** by some guy I cant even see.
surrounding me are various ***** being stroked and sucked. The guy ******* me grunts as he ****, and pulls out. He is quickly replaced by another, and I feel the difference in size and texture of the new one.
I know that by the time this is over, I'll have 8 or 10, maybe 12 or more ***** in my ***, most of them balsting a load deep inside me.
And while its happening, I'm in a surreal state of utter bliss. Shadows drift in and out, shapes form then recede, ***** appear in front of my face demanding to be sucked, and I submissively obey. Whenever one pullls out, another one takes over ******* my ***. Every one of them is ******* my *** bareback. No condoms. Unsafe unprotected anonymous butttfucking. No questions asked.
An observer might wonder if I hadn't considered that I might get infected with AIDS. But I'm way beyond anything that could be considered a thought process. Of course I know how dangerous it is. I'm sure that at least half the men ******* me are HIV positive. And as each one gets close, I beg him to *** up my ***.I feel flattered that they want to get me pregnant in their own special way.
This is the way I like it. Not just one ****, but a whole forset of ***** taking turns to reduce me to a quivering bowl of jelllo.
To calll it a sexual craving is about as satisfying as jacking offf to a Good Houisekepping magazine. Words don't describe this.
The avalanch of sensation, the dreamlike quality of the sights and sounds that have no identity constantly shifting shape, the unknowable numbers of partners sexually penetrating me, all of this is needed to approxamate some other time, some other place.
A place in my mind, perhaps. A psychic disturbance in the time-space continuum maybe. Echos of ancient Rome reaching out to grab you by the balls. This is the connection I crave.
Connection to what? Is it some flawed programming in the genetic code? Is it a dramatazation of some sexual ritual from an ancient lifetime?
All I know is that its necessary to discard all of societies dictates, the ideas of monogamy, homosexuality, safe sex. And enter the world of sex as sport, sex as ritual, sex as a group game of domination and submission. This is the playing field of our ancestors. Out of this winners were made and losers whimpered and cowered in fear.
Speaking of fear, one guy just pulled his dripping **** out of my ***, and I feel the next one pushing against my hole. Its ******* huge! Ten inches at least, and very thick. Hes very aggressive, jabbing his **** angrily against my opening, relishing the chance to ream me a new *******. Even tho Ive been opened up and well lube by all those cumloads, I'm afraid of how much its going to hurt getting this monster **** shoved up my ***. I tremble with fear and yet I can't wait. I whimper submissively, and he knows his prey is conquered. He forcefully shoves it in the rest of the way, and I yelp in pain. The crowd of onlookers erupts in a frenzy of lust, urging him on, telling me to take it all.
The pain turns into as ocean of erotic pleasure of a 4th dimension as I surrender to the relentless assault on my *******. I'm delerious with ecstasy as all the men witness my utter defilement, degradation, humiliation. This is what I crave, to get ****** into an alternate universe.
What happens next surprises even me. One of my buttrapers buddies shout "POZ up that *****. Shoot your charged load up that filthy ***** ***. That registers in my mind, and of course I know what it means. He's about to deliberately infect me with AIDS and get off on it. And there's nothing I can do about it. I have a moment of panic, of sheer terror. Somehow this melds with images of ancient ritual sacrifice and suddenly I hear myself shouting " Rape my *** full of that toxic AIDS ***. Infect my *** with AIDS." He pounds my *** in a ******* frenzy as I scream and whimper submissively. With animalistic grunts he buries his **** all the way up my *** and I feel his **** spasm as he grunts " take my POZ loads *****"
Simultaneously, two guys who had been nearby jacking off get right up to my face and lewdly ********* all over my face. That sets me off. Without even touching my ****, it erupts of its own as a result of the massive buttfucking, the ritual POZZING of my ***, and the final humiliation of being the masturbatory target of 2 faceless *****. The hot sticky *** dripping down my face was the final insult as I exult in being completely and forcefully humiliated.
My *** throbs as my triumphant assrapist pulls his slowly softening **** out of my *******. The spectators are laughing like lunatics at my face dripping with ***. As my ****** subsides and my actual surroundings come into focus, I'm even more aware of how mortifyed I feel. I taste the salty cumsplashed in my mouth. I've proven to all the witnesses that I am the worst, most despicable thing a man can be called. I am a complete and total *****.
I let them use me for depraved raunchy throwaway sex. I let another man forcefully rape my *** and knowingly infect me with AIDS. Then the other guys who went along for the joyride *********** all over my face just because they coould.
Suddenly, I start getting horny again for a buttfucking.