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I enjoy ws from time to time. I've been showered and also drink from the tap. Seeing a lot of porn there guys piss in a guys open mouth and runs out. I've only done that once usually just sit and nurse on a cock while he pisses in my mouth. What's your preference? if you drink how do you prefer to take piss, if you like to feed others, same question.

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Hi guys! Bottom here. Im living in Belleville and Id like to meet other like minded men to play with in the area. I also travel to Toronto often enough. If youre located anywhere between Toronto and Ottawa feel free to leave a comment and maybe we can connect and have some fun in person or online.

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He was born in the US, making him a citizen by birth thus he can’t be deported. However he did grow up in South America and would travel back and forth as an adult.

So far no one has come across any sort of death certificate or obituary for him under his real name anywhere either here in North America or in South America. He was born in the US but grew up in South America before returning as an adult. What the reality is no one knows.

Master Jackson leads me to the guest bedroom. Its pretty basic but the bed is comfortable and offers me some space to call my own now that Linda caught me with Master Jackson and Master Nate. On the bed was some business clothes so I can head to work soon. Jackson forgot my shackle keys so I stood for a bit trying to figure out whats going on. It hasn't been that long and I feel like my life has gone out of control. Jackson comes back with the key, a belt for my business attire and a new jockstrap. Unshackleing me it takes the old jockstrap and puts it in his pocket. He sits and watches as a slowly get dressed, mind somewhere else entirely. The jockstrap hugs my cheeks tightly and my tiny cage sits comfortably in the pouch. I grab the pants and slide them on with difficulty. The were so tight you can pretty much see every muscle in my legs. I bow my head in shame, too tired to comment or complain about how this is going to effect my employment. I throw my shirt on and the belt he brought in. The buckle was far from normal and I knew right away I was going to hate it. "Whats this here?" I ask quietly "I still dont trust you to take off the cock strap so you'll have the belt for every outfit moving forward. I can lock it with my phone as well as unlock it remotely. So you'll need to ask permission to go to the bathroom and such" Master responded. I was right i was gonna hate this but what choice did I have before I could try to get my life back to normal I need the cage off. Reluctantly I click the belt closed and I see him push a button on his phone screen locking me in. "OK, ill drive you to work as your car is still at the gym, while Nate and Sean organize them picking up all of your possessions from Linda's house and picking up your car from the gym. You can crash in the guest bedroom until you want to leave." Im silent in the car to work and the morning flies by in a blur. Around noon I go to go to the bathroom when im reminded of the shit show im in. I send a message to Master Jackson and get a promo for a video call almost immediately. "Go to the stall and bring your coffee cup, then find a way for me to see you clearly" Obediently I rush to the bathroom cup in hand and prop my phone on the toilet paper dispenser. "OK when I unlock your pants you will fill your mug with piss and finish it before you leave the stall." I open my belt wip my cage and fill my mug with my piss and fisih everything else is needed to do. I pull my pants back up and then stare at my mug for a second. "Still hesitating eh?" Jackson says over the phone. Its weird to me that he watched the whole thing just to make sure I dont take off some underwear. "What ever" I say angrily and chug the mug of my own piss. The taste was not good but it could have been a lot worse. "Good boi, have a good rest of your day. Nate will pick you at the end of your day." He was being politie but his tone didn't convince me. I head to my desk and Stacy from HR is there. "We gitban anonymus tip that you falsified some customers reports" Stacy is Linda's best friend so I doubt that there was a tip. "What is going to happen" I ask disinterestedly. "There will be an investigation. Until it is complete you will be on suspension with pay. But dont get too comfortable I will make sure the investogation is quick" she gestures to a security gaurd indidnt notice right away "Calvin here will escort you to your car." "My car is in the shop, ill call my friend to get him to pick me up early" "Thats fine he will just have to wait with you then to make sure you dont make things worse" I message Jackson on my way to security where we'll wait. As i sit down in a desk opposite Calvin he gets a call. "Heeyyyyyy, how's it going" He looks over at me "is that so" Calvin walks over to the office door and looks it "I guess i can Test him out for you Nate. After all the inconvenience he's cause you its the least he could do." Fuck fuck fuck. "Talk more when you get here but until then well get him to work on his skills" He hangs up the phone turns away from the door looking me up and down. "A new faggot eh? We'll see how much practice you need" He unbuttons his pants and pulls a decent 7 inches of cock out. "Be careful with the teeth. I don't take kindly to incompetent faggots.

I wonder… just how did those keys to the handcuffs find their way back into Workaholic Hubby 02’s hands—since he (eventually) found time to unlock and free Hapless Hole Hubby 01? I believe he had to have keys to perform that deed. So I went back to Chapter 01 and found the party responsible for swiping the keys in the first place, thus leaving Hapless Hole Hubby 01 in a pickle: It’s the First Fucker! He ambles right back into the handicapped-accessible bathroom stall for a second helping—a double-dipping—of fuck. And he has the nerve to refer to Hapless Hole Hubby 01 as a pig! (The pot and the kettle? They’re both black.) As he’s finishing up—once again!—First Fucker (who’s now Third Fucker as well) gathers the keys and breezily announces, “You won’t be needing these for a looong time, muthahfuckah!” (or something to that effect). —————————————————— To establish this Fucker’s identity, I relied on Workaholic Hubby 02’s unreliable-sounding backstory, wherein he imparts the naughty encounter he and Hole Hubby 01 are cooking up—to a complete stranger in a bar! “He was a big muscle bear type, pretty sure he’s a biker from the gear he was wearing. He was completely covered in tattoos, I think to add to the look he’s going for: scorpions, biohazard and lots of tribal. But he was friendly enough.” Oh, well then! At least the joker in the bar was friendly enough. Good Lord! Anyway, that’s all Hubby 02, idiot that he is, needs to know; he casually invites the dude to The Public Fucking of His Beloved In a Toilet. This establishes that Hubby 02 has rocks for brains. Naturally, the Big Muscle Bear Type (First Fucker) plays it cool. He says: "’Tell you what, you tell me [when] you’re going and I'll make sure that you have an audience.’” Say! That’s mighty good of him, doing Hubby 02 a solid like that. Except that Bear Type morphs into First Fucker and engineers the whole fuck train operation for poor ol’ Hubby 01. —————————————————— But wait! We’re still left with one nagging mystery: How did those ever-lovin’ handcuff keys manage to wind up in the custody of Hubby 02? Because it certainly doesn’t seem that idiot Hubby 02 had a chance to meet up with First Fucker in the long—though briskly-moving—queue for sexual congress with Hubby 01… —————————————————— Notes: It would have been helpful if any of the characters were given actual names. And yes, there are better uses of my time than puzzling out story issues. But maybe you’re familiar with how tweaking works…

As a top, i have stealthed a woman before. As a bottom, it would never happen since i only go after barebacking tops

I have myself not been stealthed previously, when I had come across the concept it really grabbed me in a kinda deep way. Found that the whole concept was one that felt like it would be an ultimate act of submission even if not being aware it was planned before. Having someone who was eager to have me relax and let my guard down where I could have some understanding of what was going to happen and be aware. Being able to have him see that I had gotten into things and was just enjoying the sensation of him inside of me so that he knew he could act. Then the sudden change of situation when he finishes if I can or perhaps he is so skilled he can pull out and make it seem like there was nothing off. Rather then reject him I feel like my instinct would be to feel choosen and know I should allow him to continue enjoying himself with me if possible.

My favorite was the one with the “pastor.”

If I was the guy topping. I'd be reaching back to help guide your dick into my hole.

I do I do....#3 was my favorite!

Absolutely in a heartbeat. I almost always have sex on live cams now. The thought of a bunch of perverted and horny men stroking their cocks while watching me get fucked raw is powerful.

I live in oregon. If anyone was to be interested in stealthing me i wouldnt mind

For sure, just to check his reaction… after all, he might reach around and pull your head into that crack…

As you should have! 😍

I am really hoping that top is verse, but there would be no harm in just sticking my whole face in there to start: