4. Jason
Despite having just pounded my ass twice and shot two loads in me in less than an hour, Nathan seemed to hardly need any time to recover. Even before his cock had fallen out of my hole, he had grabbed the camera from the table. He shot pictures of the remanants of jizz on my stomach, my post-orgasmic smile, and my slowly softening cock. "Remember, you're here first and foremost for a photoshoot," he said, smiling. "The breeding is just an extra."
I didn't mind the picture taking that much. But what I really wanted was for him to lie next to me, to feel his warm skin next to me, and to know this was more than just professional, that we were more than just fuckbuddies. I hoped I wasn't reading too much into our mutual attraction. Maybe he just wanted me for my negative hole, another boy for him to poz up, and another notch on his belt. I was happy to be his neg boy, but I was realizing I wanted more from him, something deeper. "You almost done with the pictures?" I asked.
"I think so. Just want to get a few of you dressing though." I hoped that my face didn't reveal how much of a punch in the stomach that statement was. I didn't want to get dressed an leave. I had been hoping to spend more time with Nathan. Maybe even get to wake up in his bed tomorrow, his morning wood ready to plunge deep into my greedy hole.
"Sure. What do you want me to do?" I wanted to be a good sport about it, even if I wanted to stay naked in his bed. He hadn't actually sent me home yet, and there was the chance that I could get him aroused enough to give me another charged load.
"Why don't you start by putting on your jeans?" I grabbed my jockstrap, and began to put it on. "No. Not the jock. Just the jeans. Leave them unbuttoned." I was relieved. It would give me one more chance to get undressed in front of him. We continued the shoot. He ended up taking pictures of me in various stages of dress: just the jeans, just the tank top, and finally, a few with just the jock strap.
The entire time, he stayed undressed, giving me a chance to examine his muscular body as he moved around me. To get a better angle, he would sometimes lie down on the ground. Other times he would stand on a chair over me. As he continued moving around, I noticed that his cock was slowly getting hard again. Finally, after nearly thirty minutes of taking pictures, he put down his camera. "I think that's enough. And anyway, I've filled up the memory card."
At that point, I was in just the tank-top, my cock erect again and sticking straight up. "What now?" I asked.
"You want to look at them?" he asked. It took me a moment to realize he was referring to the photographs.
"Sure," I said. He motioned for me to follow him. I went to grab my jeans, but he stopped me. "Don't bother," he said. "I'm not going to get dressed yet."
I followed him out of the studio back into his house. He ended up leading me to his study. There was a table in the middle, stacked high with photo books, a small couch in a corner, and in the other corner, a good sized desk with several computer montiors on it. He sat down in front of the computers, and motioned for me to sit in his lap. On the walls were large photographs pinned up loosely, most of men at various stages of nudity. I wondered if they were examples of his work.
"Let's see what we have," he said. I was sitting between his legs, and I could feel his cock up against my ass. He was resting his head on my shoulder, and his beard rubbing against my skin was wired directly to my dick. One hand was on the mouse, using it to drive the computer. With his other hand, he reached around my waist, and he started to play with my cock. "Already hard again?" he whispered into my ear. His fingers ran up and down my rigid shaft.
"It's easy around you," I answered. "Are these photographs yours?" I asked, indicating the ones on the wall.
"Most of them, yeah." He spun the chair around and pointed at one. "That's Alan, if you were wondering." The picture was of an amazingly handsome man, with sandy brown hair, and a slight beard. Even from here, I could see his piercing blue eyes. He was shirtless, a spray of hair on his chest. Right above his unbuttoned blue jeans, there was a bright red biohazard symbol. Even from the photograph, his energy and raw sexuality was palpable. I would have jumped on his cock in a heartbeat, never once caring about his status.
He turned the chair back to the computer, and returned to looking at the pictures of me. They were good, but I wasn't focusing on them. I was thinking about Nathan and Alan together. I wondered what Nathan thought in those moments as Alan first pushed his raw cock into Nathan's unprotected hole. Was he scared or excited? Had he known hot it would change his life? Had he given up his ass as readily as I had? "Now, that's fucking hot," Nathan said. I jumped out of my reverie and looked at the screen. It was a close-up of my ass, with some of Nathan's jizz dripping out.
"Seems like a waste to me," I said. My hole was twitching, already needing Nathan back inside of me. "I want it inside"
"Don't worry," Nathan said. "You'll get many more loads to replace it." He continued to page through the pictures. His cock was pressing into my back, slowly getting hard. His hand had also moved down, below my balls, and a finger was slowly tracing out my wet and tender hole. "You want to stay here tonight?" he asked.
"Yes, I do." I tried not to answer too quickly. I didn't want to seem too eager to stay, to get to sleep with him.
"Good," he said. "I wanted you to spend the night here. You getting tired at yet?" I looked at the time, and realized that it was nearly midnight. "I'm not as much of a night owl as I used to be," he said.
"Yeah, I could go to bed," I said.
"Good." He pushed me up out of the chair. He pointed me out of the study, to the bedroom. I lead, he followed. Once in the bedroom, he went into the bathroom. I heard him shuffle through a drawer. "Here's a toothbrush for you," he said.
I followed him into the bathroom. There were a few bottles of pills out on the counter, and he had counted out a small pile of the pills. "Is that for..." I asked, my voice trailing off. It was a frank reminder of an aspect of the illness I hadn't really thought about.
"Yeah, it is," he said. I was quiet as he counted out two more pills. He slowly took all of them. "You ok with this?" he asked, as he drank the last of the glass of water. He turned and looked me square in the eye. "I mean, the whole pozzing thing? We haven't really talked about it. We've just done it." He put the bottles away, a line of yellow soldiers in formation along the back of the counter. They were fighting a war we both knew they would eventually loose.
I was quiet. I didn't know what to think. Once more, I was scared and wanted to run away. I had gotten myself into something I couldn't comprehend. I hadn't thought it through clearly or even much past the initial stages. I had just reacted to Nathan's masculinity and charisma. I had been letting my cock think, and more dangerously, I was still letting my hole, still hungry for sperm, do most of the decisions.
I stared at Nathan, looking at him with fresh insight, more knowledgeable about what I was getting myself into. He was still a fucking sexy man, and I still wanted his cock fuck me. That cock would stay unsheathed. I was willing for him to mark me permanently as payment for these pleasures. I wouldn't ever ask him to pull out.
I didn't know how to say what had just been decided for me by my treacherous cock and hole. Instead, I went up to him and just wrapped my arms around him, inhaling his scent. I could feel his cock against my groin, and it was getting hard. I knew what I needed to say was actually very easy. But, getting the word out, speaking it, was a harder thing than I had ever done. Finally, in just a whisper, I was able to say it. "Yes. Yes, I'm ok with everything."
He didn't say anything in response. He just grabbed my head, pulled me in and started to kiss me. Our hands explored each other's bodies, never stopping the deep, searching kiss. He started to grab my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. I could feel his cock pressing against me, already hard as a rock. My fear of telling him my desires had now disappeared, and the words started to pour out of me. They were interrupted only by our frantic kissing. "Please, Nathan, I need your cock back inside of me," I was begging him.
"You want my toxic jizz? Want me to infect you?" he asked. His cock was now between my legs, pre-cum starting to drip out. "Want to be my pozson?"
"Fuck yes. I want your deadly virus. I need your dirty jizz inside me." I was grinding against his cock, trying desperately to get it into my hole. Unfortunately, because of our position, it wasn't going to happen. "Damn man. Put it in me," I asked.
Nathan grabbed my ass, picking me up forcefully. He wrestled me onto the counter. Thankfully, my ass was now level with his tool. The stone top was cold against my bare skin, but I didn't care. "You sure you want it?" he asked. "You want a life of drugs every day?" He spit, and it landed on the tip of his dick. "Knowing your sperm is hazardous waste?" His cockhead was right against my hole. "Guys scared to even touch you in a bar?" The slightest push from him, and he would be inside.
"Damn, Nathan. I don't care about that. All I want is your sperm. I need you to fuck me." I was trying to get my legs around his waist and pull him into me. I didn't want it to be his choice; I wanted to force him to breed my hole. It was now all about me, my hole, and my desires. However, he kept on pulling away, teasing me, getting me even more desperate for his cock and another deadly load injected deep into me.
"You're a very hungry boy, Jason," he said. He was still teasing my hole with his cock, as I was squirming, trying frantically to get him inside of me. "You think you're worthy of my deathwand?"
"Fuck. Give it to me. Infect me. Use your thick bioweapon on me." I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. The dirty talk was turning me on, and I needed some relief, even if it was just jerking myself off.
Immediately, Nathan grabbed my hand and yanked it away. "No, boy. No touching yourself. No cumming until I say you can." He held my wrist tightly. We were well-matched in terms of strength, but I could probably overpower him if I wanted. Still, it would be a hard fight. Despite how badly I needed to get off, I needed his cock and ball juice even more, so I let him hold me back. "Ready for a kill shot?" he asked me.
"Please, Nathan. You know I want it." I could barely control myself, I needed another load from him so badly. My cock was hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum even with just his cockhead nestled against my hole. "Drop your toxic load into me."
Finally, Nathan pushed his cock into my hole. I had enough of his cum already inside of me that he slid in smoothly, filling me up. "You going to take my gun to the balls, boy?" he asked me, slamming his cock into my ass.
"Fuck yeah! Pound it into me," I said. He released his grip on my wrist, and I went straight for my cock. "Is this really the kill shot?" I asked. I was enjoying the process, and I knew I would never get tired of him fucking me. But, at the same time, I wanted to know his seed had taken root inside of me.
"You never know for sure. But you seem like a fighter. So, it's going to take a lot of fucking and a lot of cum before I can be sure I've knocked down all of your defenses." He slammed his cock into me hard. His balls were right up against my ass. Suddenly the fuck was right on the line between pleasure and pain. I must have winced, because I saw him smile. "It's not always going to be easy boy. And, at times this is going to hurt." Even as he said that, he kept on pounding my hole, not slowing down one bit. "But I know you can take it." He had an evil grin. "And I'm not going to stop."
"Anything you can give me, I'm going to take," I said. "From a hard, raw, painful fuck to your deadly cum right into my unprotected hole." He adjusted his angle of attack. For a moment, I thought it was going to be easier, a little more gentle. But it wasn't. It only got worse. I felt every vein on his cock sliding in and out of my hole. "I trust you. You do know how to do this properly, right?" It was a strange paradox. I was trusting Nathan not to hurt me on the small things, even as he was also trying to give me a deadly disease.
"Don't worry Jason. I'm going to make sure you're ok, even as we get you infected," he said. "But I'm still going to enjoy every single second of it." He slammed in deep, further than I expected, his cock exploring new territory. His cock opened up virgin parts of my body to exploit for its own deadly purposes. "This is what you need. I think even if you begged me, I wouldn't stop my deadly pursuit. I might not even slow down a bit."
From what he had just said, I knew my next plea would be pointless, but I tried anyway. "Maybe not so deep, Nathan," I said. I was still a novice bottom, and he was pushing me way past my limit. "Please? At least this time?"
"NO!" he said forcefully. I was surprised at the violence implied by his response. He shoved his cock all the way back into me, making sure it got deep, into a virgin part of my hole. There wasn't a drop of of lube or cum to smooth the journey through the channel. I was getting plowed open, fresh, fertile soil being tilled by the plowshare of his cock. "This is the way it has to be, Jason," he said, pulling out, then forcing himself into me more roughly than before.
I tried my best to relax. I knew enough about bottoming that fighting his cock would only make it worse. It wasn't easy. My body was finally rebelling against this invader, realizing that Nathan's tool was a foreign body in some of my most intimate and delicate parts. "I know, Nathan. It's just more than I am used to right now."
"I understand," he said. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers. He handed them to me. "But know this. This journey is going to be a hard one. Sometimes, this is how it is going to have to be." I understood. I was asking him to radically change me, and for it to be all pleasure and fun was unrealistic. I fumbled with the seal on the bottle, but was eventually able to get it open. I huffed deeply from the bottle, hoping that the poppers would help mask some of the pain of the fuck.
It seemed like forever for them to take effect, but soon, I felt the wave of pleasure crash over my body. It helped, but it wasn't enough. I was still acutely aware of Nathan's powerful cock pounding my hole and every raw inch of his tool penetrating my abused hole. Nathan intuited my discomfort, probably from the expression on my face and my futile efforts to keep him from plunging all the way back into my body. "Still feeling my cock destroying you, huh?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. The combination of pain, fear, and yes, pleasure was dominating my mind. It was hard not to yell out my answers in an effort to distract myself from the attack on my hole. "Please?" I begged. "Just a short break?" But, I already knew what his response was going to be. I prepared myself by doing another hit from the poppers.
"You know we need to get my poisonous cum into your hole," he said, not once missing a stroke. "I could pull out. But then my seed would go to waste." I still had the poppers glued to my nose, trying to find some small place of peace amidst Nathan's attack on my body. "Do you want that?"
"No," I said. "Please, no, don't waste it. I need you to get your virus into my hole." I was confused and scared. The fuck was turning painful, and I definitely wasn't enjoying it any longer. But at the same time, my attraction to Nathan was only getting stronger. My need for his jizz was as certain as ever. And despite, or maybe because of all these compteing emotions, my cock was still rigid and erect. The poppers were only further clouding my mind, making it hard for me to know what I really wanted. Although I didn't want to show any weakness to Nathan, it was hard for me to not start crying a bit.
Nathan noticed my tears almost immediately. "It's scary, isn't it?" he said, stroking my cheek gently, almost lovingly. I could only nod in agreement. Despite his moves to comfort me, he hadn't stopped his pounding of my hole. "But, this all feels so good to me. Your warm, wet hole around my raw cock. Your young, innocent body under me. Your tears of pain and pleasure. It would be a betrayal of what we both want to slow down, or even worse, pull out." He took the bottle of poppers from me and held it under his nose. "But don't worry. I'm right on the edge." He took a long hit, then handed the bottle back to me.
"Fuck man, breed me," I begged him. "Just fuck me hard and breed me. I want you to infect me.This is supposed to hurt, right?"
"Right on Jason," he said. "You know this is how it has to be." Each stroke of his hard cock into me was like a hot poker. My hole was on fire, and I wondered if I was bleeding. I could barely imagine another second of this, much less what if Nathan decided that he wanted inside of me again tonight. "Oh fuck," Nathan screamed out, his cock forcing itself deep inside me again. Deep in my guts, there was a spurt of cum from his cock.
His sperm was amazing. As Nathan's jizz spread across my hole, it quenched the fire I felt burning. I had expected it to make the pain even worse. Despite how hot his jizz was, it was like an ice cube deep in my hole, cooling and soothing it at the same time. "Please, fill my hole man. It feels so fucking good, your cum up there."
"Fuck Jason. I want breed you every night. Getting to drain my balls into your hole is fucking paradise." He kept his cock in my hole, and I could feel several more spurts of his dirty cum fill me up. As it spread inside my body, I could feel the soreness and pain slowly disappear. "Like that?" he asked. I knew he saw my expression of relief.
"Yeah, Nathan. With your jizz up there, it doesn't hurt as much." Nathan's orgasm had come to an end, and he was slowly pulling his cock out of my hole. "I don't want to loose a single drop of your cum," I said, clenching my ass around his shaft.
"Good man," he said. With a pop, his cockhead fell out. It was an empty feeling, losing his penis from inside me. But at least his cum was still there. He kissed me, holding me close. "You ok?" he asked me as we broke off the kiss.
"Yeah, I think," I said. "That was intense. More than I could take." His hand dropped down to my hole, and he pressed a finger into me. "Almost too much," I said.
"Damn. Your hole is fucking hot. It was an intense fuck, even for me." He let his finger fall out of my hole. Nathan let go of me, but left me on the counter. He pulled out a drawer, and found something int it. "Let me put this in you. I want to make sure you don't loose a single drop of my death juice." He leaned down between my legs, and I felt something slide into my hole.
"What is it?" I asked. It had slid in easily, and stayed in place.
"Just a small buttplug," he said. "Make sure you don't loose a single drop of my pozcum." He helped me off the counter, to my feet, and lead me to his bed. I got in and he wrapped his arms around me as we got comfortable together. "You ok?" he asked me.
"Yeah, I think I am." I was shaking a bit, trying to get used to the buttplug in my ass. At the same time, I was enjoying the mental and physical closeness I felt to Nathan. His scent filled my nose, and his body pressed up close to mine.
"I'm glad. A good breeding can be really intense." He nibbled my neck, and his hand dropped down to my groin, fondling my cock. "But you took it like a man. And your ass felt so hot, so alive when I was inside you."
"It's ok," I said. "I needed it"
"Good. It's not always an easy process, you know." He paused for a moment. "Alan said it had to be rough and violent at times. But other times it will be tender and intimate. It was hard for me to understand then. I hope you can do it better than I did."
"You're trying to get me sick. I know my body is going to struggle," I said. "And, sometimes, to be honest, it's hard for me to take mentally as well."
"Don't worry. I'll be here for you. I wish I could say that if it gets to be too much, we'll stop. But I can't say that. Sometimes my virus takes over."
"What if I didn't want this anymore?" I asked. "Is it too late for me?"
"You can always leave, and it probably isn't too late." Nathan answered. His voice tore as he continued. "I'd be sad. But I would understand and I wouldn't stop you." Quietly he added, "Do you want to stop?" His arms tightened around me, holding me close to his warm body.
Nathan's closeness was a rare comfort right then, feeling his warm body next to mine and his hands on my body. "No. I want to be here," I said. But, his matter-of-fact statement about what would be happening to me over the next few weeks was scary. I pressed up against him, trying to focus only on him, on my pleasure of having his semen inside of me.
"You're sure you're ok?" he asked me, holding me close. It was at least this third time he had asked me that this evening.
"With you next to me, inside me, yes," I said. I closed my eyes, and just stayed close to him.
"Good. We should get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning. Or I can breed you again. Your choice."
"Breeding," I said. It had been a long day for me, and even though my cock was still throbbing, I was getting sleepy. Nathan's breaths grew longer as well. I quickly fell asleep, nestled in the embrace of his strong arms.



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