Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my arse tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn’t drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself , all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was ok 4 now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about 20 mins since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn’t focus my see straight. He began to frick me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fricked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used the point 4 my slam and that when he slammed me there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fricking me 4 at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My arse was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could frick me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about 5 mins of fricking wiped his dick off and left. I didn’t realize that there was a group of 4 guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager arse. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my arse with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn’t hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager arse in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn’t long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the arse of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened.