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Four “It’s a good shine boys. I think Pig has outdone Bitch of course, but then that’s to be expected. He’s more practiced” I was crushed. My master thought I was useless. I wasn’t going to get any more of the pleasure drug and I was going to be sent away! I began to beg for forgiveness. It literally spouted out of me, naturally as if I’d been doing it all of my life. “Please Sir, I can do better, I’m not a bad boy, don’t send me away Sir” Master laughed heartily, then backhanded me, hard, across the face. I would have a bruise but fuck his casual cruelty turned me on. I nearly went on all fours and offered him my ass right there. “Don’t speak until spoken to Bitch. If I want to send you away, I will. You’ve not done badly and you’ll learn to do better in time. I think you’ve deserved a little more.” I was really happy at this, so I leant up to take the pipe from my Master’s hands. He simply moved it away from where I could reach and I got confused. Wasn’t I supposed to take more? I thought that was what he’d just said? “I want you in the sling, Bitch. Get up and get in there. Pig, help him.” I had no idea how to do this of course as I’d never been in one before in my whole life but the principle is pretty obvious. I stood up and began to walk to the sling. I felt a boot in the back of my knees, and I fell to the floor. “You never, ever walk in my presence Bitch. Crawl. Like the dog you are” “WRUFF!” I have no idea, to this day, why I barked. It just felt so right. I was Master’s Bitch and I was almost wagging with pleasure as the abuse I was getting and he’d called me a dog. It slid into place. So I barked, I think. “Good Bitch! Now Pig, get the bitch dog into the sling” I crawled over to the sling, but I’m not entirely without a degree of knowledge about my own body. I know I look fairly good, I’m fairly young and I do have something that men tend to want – a pretty, hot butt which had been framed by my swimmer’s jock. So I crawled, but I did it slowly, wiggling my ass and making sure Master could see the goods on display. It was hard work – I wanted some more of the pleasure drug badly, but I made sure Master had a display. He seemed appreciative of it, as he came over and blew some smoke near my face. Not enough to get, but enough to tease. “Bitch if you’re so proud of that ass, I’m going to make you enjoy it more.” I had absolutely no idea what the fuck that meant, so I simply said “Yes Sir, Thank you Sir” which seemed a safe bet. Pig helped me into the sling when we got there and secured my arms and legs into the respective holds on the device. I pulled and yanked and was not really able to move much. Bondage! I’d wanted this for almost as long as I could wank. I was in the presence of a hypermasculine sadist, I was controlled and in chains, with my ass exposed and my cock hidden away. I felt tears in my eyes, and looked away embarrassed, only to have my lifelong friend Tommy lean over me and lick my tears away. He whispered: “I know.” He kissed me again, sensuously and not because of the rush or the drugs, but because we’d come to the point where we truly shared kinship. Even if that was a love of drugs, cocks and servitude. I responded in kind and tongued the back of my friend’s mouth. My tits were screaming to be tweaked and the very fact that I couldn’t turned me on so much I nearly blew my load there and then. Master handed Tommy something, and loudly said “Take three big rocks Pig. Give one to me, and two for him”. I felt the wetness of lube then a pushing at my asshole. I tried to relax a bit but I’d never take so much as a finger, much less a cock in there! I looked down but I was amazed to see it was only a finger! I’d never take a cock if this is how strange it felt. It was bad enough when I douched earlier but this felt so odd. And it burned. Oh God how it burned! “They are both in him Sir” “Ride this Pig, it’s for you” Once again, I had the privilege of seeing my lifelong friend and member of my mother’s book club tweaking his tits in his red jock and boots whilst bouncing up and down on a finger and properly pleasuring himself. Fuck he looked hot. “Thank you SIR!” The burning was beginning to subside after I’d been distracted by the floor show and so I decided not to mention it but something else had started to happen. I was hungry. No, not me. My butt was hungry. Holy FUCK it was hungry. I knew I’d wanted to try being a bottom but that finger was clearly good for me. “Bitch, you have just had a large ‘booty bump’ of Tina. The same drug but it has a peculiar effect when delivered this way. You should be experiencing a significant increase in the urge that you have to get fucked. In fact, I can see that you are from the way you’re moving” Moving? I was in bondage and couldn’t move. But then I realised I WAS managing to move. My arms and legs were strapped in, but my hips were gyrating up and down as if I could magic more of the finger – of ANYTHING – into my ass. Pig was experiencing something similar I think. I looked down at him, completely free of bondage, and noticed he was trying to bend over and kept pushing his fingers up his butt to try to stimulate himself. He was whimpering very audibly at this point and pointing to his hole and then stupidly tried to grab Master to pull him into his butthole. Master was having none of that, so he laid a roundhouse punch to him, but even on his back having been thrown over the room, Pig was upside down legs in the air and trying to get his hole filled. Master sighed. “Pig, get your training toy off the shelf and ram it up your cunt. You may use lube” Pig practically ran to the shelf and picked up a buttplug which I swear was larger than my head and began to grunt and tweak his tits again, and ride the toy until it plopped into his butt. I have no idea how that happened but he still wasn’t happy and kept moving to and fro to try to get pleasure for himself. Master sighed again. “Pig, get a hold of yourself or so help me God I will Taser you” You could actually see Tommy thinking about it. He actually considered being tasered rather than stopping pleasuring himself, but he did stop and sat still. With a fuck of a lot of effort. I didn’t. My hole was now SCREAMING for something in it. I would have taken the fucking Taser. Master approached me for the first time getting close to me since we had met. “Do you want something from me?” “Please Sir, for the love of GOD fuck me, any form of fucking, fingers, toys, dildos, your dick just shove something in me!” “Anything boy?” “ANYTHING Please Sir, PLEASE!” Master laughed a cruel, hollow laugh. He produced a finger and made me suck it which I did with my increasingly dry mouth. He dipped it into his bag and produced another crystal and without any more lube on at all, rammed his finger up to the hilt in my ass. I practically exploded. There were stars in my vision as I think every neuron in my body erupted with pleasure. My Master’s Finger!! I ground my hips more, trying to get another into me. Then it penetrated my rushing brain – I’d just taken ANOTHER crystal. My rush hit new heights. I was almost screaming at my Master to let me out so I could ride him, the dildos, my fingers, even the fucking door handle would have done. Master saw this and let out a laugh. He was smoking his pipe still and the clouds were coming thick and fast. He leant forwards to me, and I eagerly accepted the shotgun he offered me, although in the drug fuelled rush I was in it didn’t really do anything. “Do you want something in your ass Bitch?” “Fuck me, yes please Sir. I want to be a really good bottom Bitch for you Sir! Please, please, please FUCK ME!” “I think I will Bitch. Pig, get underneath the sling and suck me hard. Then stand by Bitch’s head” There was a scuffling sound and the Pig moved under the sling and then a series of slurping and grunting noises – Pig was clearly pleasuring himself on the buttplug whilst his Master’s cock was in his mouth. Lucky cunt. I felt cold lube in my guts, and then suddenly a pressure. It grew and grew, slightly painful but a lot pleasurable. Pig appeared at my head, gently playing with my tits and murmuring encouragement in my ear. “You can do it Robin. You know you can. We both wanted this for so long and you’ll become nothing more than a bitch tonight. Slave Bitch” Yes! I am SLAVE BITCH! With that last, I grunted and pushed my hips to meet my Master’s cock. It slid into me with force and without breaking any stride, Master began to fuck me. I was taking my first cock, from my Master! Master began making a series of pleasured grunts and I could tell that he was enjoying my butt and I was willing him to cum. I know he hadn’t used a condom and I really liked the fact that this made it just slightly more sleazy. He might be poz for all I know, but I didn’t really care at this point. Master increased his pace and my hole was singing in pleasure. I desperately wanted his cum in me. I wanted him to own me and I felt somehow so right being here and so enveloped in a lifestyle that I hadn’t even openly admitted I wanted until tonight. I knew, at that moment, that he was right. I was never going to leave here again. I was no longer Robin. I was Slave Bitch. I sighed happily. Slave Pig whispered to me “Tell him” “Speak Boy” “Please Sir. I want – no, I need your cum in me. I need it. I need you to mark me as your Slave Bitch” “Good boy!” With a growl, Master shot a volley of cum into my guts. I could feel it hitting the sides and it was one of the best sensations I think I’ve ever experienced. Without hesitation, Master withdrew his cock and concealed it again – and I hadn’t managed to get a single glimpse of it! However, the sensation was replaced with something familiar, a lapping at my cunt by the tongue of Slave Pig who was literally sucking the cum out of my hole. He then moved to my head, and kissed me, swapping our Master’s cum between ourselves, licking it off my face when I dribbled a bit and then openly and passionately kissing me. “Welcome to my stable, Bitch”

Wow, nice start... Soon the conversion will be there?

Very hot story, would love to hear more like it not to mention taking the part of the bottom in real life, Ava Satanis, Hail the Dark Lord 😈☣️🥵

Location is most important. Nothing suburban which will draw the attention of neighbors. Urban apartment is best. Easy entry. No doorman or sign-in procedure. Door clearly and discreetly marked but nothing overtly 'gay'. Oval shaped glory hole - oriented top to bottom to allow different heights and the ball sack to come through. Sturdy wall, solid wood with handle bars. No rough edges nor weird metal protruding. ABS light levels. Two selections of porn on small screens playing and no welcome greeting. Unscented baby wipes and paper towels to clean-up.

For me it would usually only take one load, unless there was quite a long time between fucks (say an hour or more)

That would be true, if you had made an argument. You haven't. Arguments involve taking a clear position and supporting it with relevant information. Your post from May 10th contains neither of those, just a link to a page that has the hallmarks of propaganda. [in case you were confused about that: https://cognitivepsycho.com/how-to-recognize-propaganda-a-guide-to-protecting-your-mind/ ] Indeed you don't, when the government has done it for you.

Here's a non-paywalled article on the same: https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/sen-mike-lee-wants-a-national-definition-of-obscenity-here-s-why/ar-AA1EtQv1

yeah, I know, but it's all part of the illusion isn't it

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Great experience. Just goes to show you never know when it can happen. Hopefully he gets the fuck flu

I can't remember the last time I used lube for fucking - by the time I've sucked for a few minutes my hole is relaxed and ready. Even without the cocksuckig, I can usually just push out and take it dry.

Sounds like a much better and sleazier version of the 80’s movie “my Beautiful Laundrette “

I've taken a mile of dick in my sexual life and 100% of them have been raw. The only time latex is in my hole is during my yearly physical.

I would just say, at this point, you are better off buying a single family home (3 bds/2 bths) then a condo - for the resale value only. I have a friend who has five properties in an upscale area of Sarasota. She lives in one and makes a small fortune using the others for Air BNB and VRBO. She has no problems with HOA's telling her she can't, which amazed me. I toured all five properties this weekend but she's reluctant to sell me one as each of them are worth so much money on the Air BNB market. She's in a beautiful area of Sarasota, but far enough from the water they had little damage after last year's storms, just lack of power for a day or two. Still, she's wealthy and if they jack up her homeowner's insurance she can deal with it. However someone on a fixed income may not be able to deal with that. Unless you are wealthy, I would think very hard before deciding on Florida.

I still never have done this but I think about it all the time.

Oh, I do love you but, Christmas without snow is just not Christmas. I love warm/hot (yes I know where your mind has retired too♨️🤣) as in Thailand but, even thinking about getting pissed, let alone ALL (hot & sweaty🍆) when it's 40°C outside (in the shade) is not my idea of fun. We get the hangover before we even crack the first "tinnie" open. No, I'll take - 40°C, for Christmas ANY TIME & Thailand (beaches, sun & tropical plants) for the rest of the year.

This is basically one of my biggest fantasies that I also used to partially live out. Back in craigslist days, and before Prep, I would invite anon guys over to breed me. I'd be on my knees, poppered up, in a slave mask. I'd suck their cock and take their load up my ass, no names/faces. I'd love to find a master to whore me out to anon tops, get me high, poppered up, tie me up so I can't move or resist, put in headphones with poppers trainer and cum dump music playing on repeat, and invite dozens of horny tops over to use my hole for hours.

Hard pass for me. I'm too old now, but even when I was young enough to go, it wasn't my scene. I don't drink or do drugs, so I would be a fish out of water.

Friday and Saturday night, usually after 11 pm. You won't see much action on a Tuesday afternoon, unless one of the staff members in horny, Just an observation.....

I recall two in the past twenty years. And I have had alot of "applicants".......

I attended two of them in Philadelphia, appropriately called the "Ice Bowl". They were held in January, I got an event pass so I could go to every party, and go into the VIP area (I.e bathrooms where the doors locked and you could either fuck or do enhancements). It was exhausting, I skipped the brunch thinking I would vomit and no one would show up (and no one did) but they used terrific venues, had great DJs, and they were the only bars where I saw guys buy more water that booze😀. It was also the first time someone pimped me out on a web cam, he was a friend of my buddy who I stayed with, and about five minutes of me sitting in a chair with my shirt off, we were invited to a hotel party at this very upscale place. Naked men everywhere and any enhancement I wanted. Funny, the host invited me to come back the next day and meet his bf, wow, was that interesting. He was no longer interested in getting in my pants, just have me shooting the shit so to speak, with his very effeminate boyfriend. ICK... Sadly that event abruptly ended when federal officials found out the money we paid to attend, which was supposed to go to AIDS organizations, actually lined the pockets of the event producers - and they went to jail. I loved those two years I went, coming from Florida to Philadelphia in January meant I was the tannest guy there, and the blondest, and you can bet I took my shirt off every chance I got. Alot of dick and alot of party favors. Good times if you ask me.....

Oh wow! That‘s beautiful! I hope you know how lucky you were to have your grandpa! That‘s how every gay boy should grow up 😉

I think Rio by far. San Paulo is a close second. I have been to Cartagena and didn't get the sexual vibe I found in Brazil. What I liked about Brazil is there were locations, like bathhouses, where all type of guys were available - the racial mix was from blonde with light eyes to dark, dark black. No matter your taste, you could find it in Brazil.

This all depends on the size of the load. I see one guy who floods me so one off him is enough to leave me sloppy and ready for the next. But then I see other guys who produce far less so I’d need a fair few off them to get me wet enough.