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Stiles Stilinski had always considered himself the luckiest guy in Beacon Hills. At 23, he was deeply in love with his boyfriend of five years, Derek Hale. Derek was everything Stiles could have dreamed of—tall, muscular, with dark hair that fell just right over his piercing green eyes, and a brooding intensity that made Stiles's heart race every time they were together. They had met in high school, bonded over the chaos of supernatural threats in their town, and now, as young adults, their relationship seemed unbreakable. Derek was the alpha in every sense, especially in the bedroom. Stiles loved being the bottom, submitting to Derek's dominant thrusts, feeling filled and owned by the man he adored. Their sex life was passionate, raw, and frequent, with Derek always taking charge, pounding into Stiles with a ferocity that left him breathless and begging for more.
Life felt perfect. Stiles was pursuing his degree in criminal justice at the local university, inspired by his father's role as sheriff, while Derek worked odd jobs around town, always mysterious about his finances but assuring Stiles everything was fine. They shared a small apartment on the edge of the woods, where they'd spend evenings curled up watching movies or exploring each other's bodies until the sun came up. Stiles often marveled at how attractive Derek was—those broad shoulders, the trail of dark hair leading down his chiseled abs to his thick, veiny cock that Stiles worshipped. "You're mine," Stiles would whisper during their intimate moments, and Derek would growl back, "Always," before claiming him again.
But whispers had started circulating at the university. Rumors of an explosive OnlyFans account featuring a local hunk who was cheating on his boyfriend in the most explicit ways imaginable. The account was called "The whore of Beacon Hills" and it promised raw, unfiltered content of infidelity, anonymous hookups, and taboo acts that pushed boundaries. Students giggled about it in the halls, sharing screenshots of thumbnails showing a muscular man with his face blurred just enough to tease identity, but the body was unmistakable to anyone who knew Beacon Hills' residents. Curiosity gnawed at Stiles. One night, alone in their apartment while Derek was out "working late," Stiles pulled out his laptop, subscribed anonymously with a throwaway email, and dove in.
He was shocked to see that the profile displayed over 500 posts, including videos, photos, and text. However, all the video thumbnails had a black background with white highlighted titles, while the images only showed the protagonist's naked body from behind or covered with a mask. As he scrolled, one of the photos took his breath away: his heart seemed to stop, and a wave of nausea washed over him. In that image, he recognized the Triskelion tattoo, the tattoo he had seen so many times. In that instant, he understood that the star of the page was his boyfriend, Derek. Stiles's hands trembled as he scrolled to the very first video, uploaded five years ago, right around when they started dating. The title: "Losing My Anal Virginity." Views: over a million. Comments flooded with depraved encouragement: " poz that hole!" "Cheat on that loser boyfriend!" Stiles clicked play, his heart pounding, a mix of betrayal, arousal, and horror swirling in his gut.
The video opened with Derek in the familiar Beacon Hills woods, the Preserve where they'd shared so many secret moments. Weearing a tight black tank top that hugged his pecs and jeans that accentuated his firm ass. He smiled at the camera, that wolfish grin Stiles knew so well, but there was a nervous edge to it, a vulnerability Stiles had never seen.
"Hey, everyone" Derek said, his voice deep and confident, though his eyes darted slightly.
"This is my first video. For those who don't know me, I'm Derek Hale. Some of you might know me as the Sheriff's son's boyfriend. Yeah, that's right—Stiles Stilinski's man. Well, the thing is, things aren't going very well for me financially. My family's estate is in ruins after the fire, and I need cash fast. A close friend recommended I start this OnlyFans to make some quick money. But I'm not just jerking off on cam. No, I'm going all in. In this video, I'm going to give away my anal virginity. That's right, I've never been fucked before. I've always been the top—dominant, in control. But today, I'll be the bottom for some men my friend contacted. They're strangers, anonymous, and they're gonna pop my cherry. Wish me luck... or don't. Either way, subscribe for more."
The screen faded to black, then cut to a new scene deeper in the woods. Derek was on all fours on a blanket spread over the forest floor, his jeans pulled down to his knees, exposing his hairy, muscular ass. The cheeks were firm and round, dusted with dark hair that trailed from his crack down to his heavy balls swinging between his legs. His hole was pink and tight, untouched, clenching slightly in anticipation. The camera was set up on a tripod, capturing everything in high definition—the rustle of leaves, the distant howl of wind, and Derek's heavy breathing.
“Fuck… it’s cold. Okay. Just breathe. They’re coming. I can do this.” Derek said talking to himself
Heavy footsteps. The first man lumbers into frame: sixty-three years old, easily three hundred pounds, shirt unbuttoned, belly hanging over his belt, gray chest hair matted with sweat. His cock is already out: short but impossibly thick, uncut, glistening.
“Jesus fucking Christ, look at this pretty pink cunt. Never been touched? You’re shittin’ me.” the old man spitting a thick wad onto Derek’s hole, rubbing it in with his thumb.
Derek moaned softly when he felt the thumb rubbing his hole.
“No lie. Never. Not even a finger. That’s… ah… that’s all yours.”
The old fat man lined up the fat head of his cock kissing Derek's ring, “And that little boyfriend of yours? Skinny kid with the mouth? He never once got in here?”.
Derek pushed back slightly, his voice low in a needy growl, “Stiles has never fucked me. I fuck him. Tonight you’re the first cock this ass ever takes. Do it. Take my virginity”.
The old man thrusts forward in one brutal shove. Half his girth disappears. Derek’s back arches, a strangled scream ripping out of him, “FUCK! Oh fuck it’s huge, it’s splitting me!”.
The man laughed as he grabbed Derek's hips hard enough to bruise, “Tightest goddamn hole I’ve ever had. Built for bottoming, not topping. Built to be a cheating bitch”.
He starts pounding, no warm-up, belly slapping against Derek’s lower back with every thrust.
“Yes, yes, harder, fuck, tear my virgin ass open!” Derek said with his broken voice, drool falling from his open mouth.
The man leans over Derek's muscular body to whisper in his ear with his warm and bitter breath, “Gonna cum already, boy. Gonna flood this cheating cunt with my toxic seed."
Derek's eyes widened, but he was too lost in the sensation to protest at first. "What? What do you mean, inside my ass? Aren't you wearing a condom?"
The man laughed cruelly, gripping Derek's hair and yanking his head back. "I haven't used that crap in years. Been poz since ’89. Undetectable my ass, I stopped meds years ago. My viral load’s through the roof. Since I got AIDS, I go around fucking raw. Infecting cheating bitches like you. Now I'm going to leave my AIDS inside your ass. Take my gift, you poz-chasing whore."
Derek's body froze, panic flashing in his eyes. "No, please! Take it out! I didn't sign up for this!".
But the man ignored him, thrusting erratically before burying deep and roaring as he unloaded. Rope after rope of HIV-infected cum flooded Derek's guts, coating his virgin walls. Derek shuddered, feeling the warmth spread, a mix of horror and forbidden thrill washing over him. The man pulled out with a pop, cum dribbling from Derek's now-gaping hole.
“First of fifty, kid. Welcome to the club.”, The man mocked as he took out his cock and watched a river of cum leaking from Derek's hole. He walks off laughing. Derek is still on all fours, shaking, cum dripping down his hairy thighs.
“Oh my god… oh my god what did I just do…”, Derek whispered horrified.
But before he can even process, the bushes explode with movement. Fifty men pour into the clearing, cocks out, stroking, circling like wolves. Ages 55 to 78. Bellies, back hair, biohazard tattoos, scarred arms from years of IV drugs. Some wearing wedding rings. All grinning.
“Look at the pretty poz pup already leaking. My turn.”, Said one of the men grabbing Derek by the hair, forcing his face on the blanket. He rams in without warning. Derek howls.“Fuck, he’s still tight even after Grandpa seeded him. Listen to this hole squelch.”
Another man knelt in front of Derek shaking his cock, “Open up, faggot. Taste what a real man’s dick smells like.”, Derek gags, tears streaming, but his hips start moving on their own, pushing back against the old man.
“That’s it. Choke on poz cock while your ass gets converted. You begging for this, whore?”, face-fucking him brutally.
Derek pull off the cock just long enough to gasp, “I, fuck, I didn’t know they were all—”.
Derek was interrupted by another man who inserted a second cock into his hairy hole, “Shut the fuck up and take double, virgin boy!”
Derek’s scream is inhuman as his hole is stretched beyond reason. Blood trickles. “MY ASS! YOU’RE TEARING ME IN HALF!”
“That’s the point, dumb bitch. We’re turning this muscle ass into a ruined poz cunt.”, the fourth man laughed. The dialogue becomes a constant torrent as the gangbang spirals.
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When the eighth cock was inserted into his ass, Derek was out of his.
“Tell us how much better this feels than your boyfriend’s little prick.”
“So much better… Stiles could never… never stretch me like this…”, Derek moaned with teary eyes and drooling from his mouth.
“Another toxic load for the cheating pig. Keep count, slut, how many strains you collecting tonight?”, Another man said cumming deeply, then pull out and was replaced by another cock.
The video kept playing while Derek received the twentieth cock. A man flipping Derek onto his back, legs over shoulders, “Look at me when I poz you, boy. Look me in the eyes while I knock you up with AIDS.”.
Derek locks eyes, moaning like a porn star, “Do it… look at me while you infect me… make me a death whore…”.
The fucks number #30 and #31 were again a double.
“Feel that? Two grandpas breeding you at once. Your boyfriend’s gonna smell old man cum on you for weeks.”
Derek was sobbing and laughing at the same time, “Yes, yes, let him smell it… let him taste it when I kiss him later…”
When it was the turn of man #38, he brought the camera closer to inches from Derek's face, “Smile for your future subscribers, Derek. Tell Stiles what’s happening to his ‘strict top’ boyfriend.”
Derek stared at the camera lens totally blushing, with cum dripping from his mouth, “Stiles… baby… a lot of men are raping my ass right now. They’re all poz. They’re all breeding me raw. I’m getting AIDS tonight because I’m a cheating whore and I love it. I’m never letting you fuck me, your dick’s too small, too clean. This… this is what my hole was made for.”
“Beg for the gift, boy. Say the words.”, said the man about to cum.
“Please… please every one of you… give me your AIDS. Convert me. Ruin me. Make me a poz slut for life. I want to go home and fuck Stiles and infect him too. I want us both to die from this.”, Derek begged all the men.
The men cheer. The pounding never stops. By the forty-ninth guy, Derek’s hole is a gaping, bloody rosebud, permanently prolapsed, sucking cocks in on its own.
“Last load, pig. Then you crawl home to your boyfriend with a river of toxic cum in your guts.”.
The man withdrew giving way to the last person to use Derek's ass for that night. An ancient, skeletal 78-year-old with Kaposi lesions on his arms, takes his time. He fucks Derek slow and deep, whispering the whole time, “I’ve been positive since 1984. I’ve killed more boys than you’ve met in your life. Feel my death inside you, Derek Hale. Feel it take root.”
He cums with a shudder, then kisses Derek on the mouth, tongue deep and said, “Go home now. Kiss your boyfriend. Fuck him tonight. Give him my strain.”
The camera pans down. Derek is on his back in the dirt, legs spread, chest heaving. His hole is unrecognizable, a swollen, gaping wreck, thick white rivers of cum pouring out, mixed with blood and dirt. His cock is still hard, untouched, a puddle of his own cum on his abs from multiple hands-free orgasms.
“Video one… complete. Virginity gone. Fifty loads of AIDS in my ass. Stiles… I’m coming home soon, baby. Can’t wait to be inside you.”, said Derek barely conscious, smiling at the camera.
Fade to black. Stiles sat frozen, headphones still. He paused the video, his world shattered, but his hand drifted to his crotch, aroused despite the betrayal. What other videos awaited?