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I Love when a faggot gets too high and ends up getting pozzed

They have been friends, for many years although any current zionist politician would agree. Golda Meier, in an interview said, "I was born a Palestinian. The only reason I am now Jewish is because Israel became a country which I live in". If required I am can repost her interview. Many other Jewish Rabbis & scholars have spoken of those days when at Festival times, the young Jewish & Palestinian children would be cared for by the party not in festival mode. As dogs & cats can live peacefully for years in households so too will the local Jew & Palestinian. This hate & mistrust can be broken but it will take many cool heads & young children sharing sweets & playing together before peace can truly be brought to the Levant.

Ages since I was there, last time I picked up a crab infestation.

I can't resist men with dicks like this. Uncut, juicy fore-skinned head, thick like a torpedo just behind the glans, and a decent bush to feel up on my hole when you're balls deep. These tend to make me spasm around them a lot.

love the pulsing cock perineum at the end with the cum coursing into the bottom

Hello beautiful bastard, It’s almost midnight and I am super tired, but I just wanted to shoot through a quick message. I hope you are moving through life with that signature chaotic energy of yours. I had my second vocal coach session today and I actually really loved it. We did a basic exercise where she told me to sing one note, then move up three notes, then move back down to the original note. I couldn’t do it. So she regressed to an even easier exercise and for the whole lesson, we just did pitch training, which was something I always wanted to do. Then toward the end, we started learning the song Chasing Cars, and she gave me some homework to practice pitch using a piano app. I’m going to dedicate an hour to it each night. I did a bit before, and I’m already getting better at it. I’m so excited to see where this will lead with consistent, focused practice every day, buddy. In other news, I’ve been talking to this guy named Agia. He’s from Indonesia, 36 years old, and works for a bank. He’s been showing up every day in our texts, which is pretty good, and the conversation is quite engaging. Actually, I’m talking to a couple of other guys on Hinge too, but most of them are very spotty with their replies, and some don’t reply at all, so it’s been hit and miss. I’ve got so many messages going on that I can’t remember who’s who. Yes, that will happen to us a lot moving forward. There will be times when no one messages you, and there are days when you might get half a dozen. During the slow periods, you still have yourself to keep you company, which is enough. I’m not going to lie to you though. There is this quiet loneliness that sits beside me these days, even though I feel content with myself. I feel whole and complete now, but there’s this ache for shared connection with someone. At the moment, it’s with you. But like I mentioned, it’s a one-way street. It’s like calling out into the darkness, hearing the echoes of my own voice, but not hearing anything back except myself. Finally, I want to shout out our job at Michelin. Talking to Agia and how stressed he is with his banking job makes me appreciate how much freedom we have in our current role. It never feels like a job to me, ever, because I go there, get a workout, and I’m able to listen to audiobooks and learn while I’m there—all while getting paid for it. A lot of people spend all their energy at work, and then have nothing left except to recover afterwards. We are not those people, and we have to be grateful for the fortunate position we’re in, buddy. Never forget that. Bedtime for me. Sleep tight, beautiful. Stay awesome. Chat soon. xx

Already looking forward to the next part 😈

Nice story I hope to read the sequel soon thanks

In the stark silence of the hotel room, the only sound that filled the space was the rhythmic panting of my own breath. Still blindfolded, I remained on all fours, my body sticky with the evidence of the countless men who had used me throughout the night. The cheap plastic chastity cage around my cock was a constant reminder of my submission, my cock desperately trying to swell in protest but unable to escape its confines. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, a potent mix of sweat and cum that clung to my skin. My ears perked up as the footsteps outside grew louder, the anticipation of the next encounter sending a shiver down my spine. I felt the mattress dip as someone approached me from behind, and I instinctively arched my back, presenting my used hole for whatever they had in store for me. The cool metal of the doorknob turning echoed through the room, sending a jolt of excitement through my weary body. The door opened with a soft creak, and the sound of leather soles on the carpet grew closer. "Hello, slut," a deep voice rumbled, sending waves of arousal through my body. It was the voice of an older, bigger guy, the kind that could make a man's knees tremble with just a few words. The room was filled with the scent of his musky cologne, and the heat from his body washed over me like a warm embrace, hinting at the power and dominance that lay just beyond my touch. He stepped closer, and I could feel his presence, a wall of heat and desire that made my cock strain even harder against the unforgiving cage. His rough hands gripped my hips, pulling them back so my ass was sticking up in the air. The cool air of the room kissed my cheeks, making the hairs stand on end and my skin tingle. His calloused thumbs traced over the new tattoos, lingering on the biohazard symbol, which I still didn't understand. "Looks like you've been having quite the night," he chuckled, his voice thick with lust. "But I've got something special for you." His words were a promise that sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself eagerly awaiting whatever he had planned. The sound of fabric sliding against flesh filled the room as he undressed. The rustle of his clothes falling to the floor was like music to my ears, a symphony of anticipation. My own body was a canvas of sensations, the sticky mess of cum leaking out of my ass creating a wet spot on the bed beneath me. It wasn't just drops anymore; it was a small, warm stream that trickled down my thighs, a reminder of the endless parade of anonymous cocks that had claimed me. The plastic chastity cage around my dick was sticky with pre-cum, and my balls ached with need. "How many loads have you taken, cumdump?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and dominance. The question hung in the air, a reminder of my role in this twisted game. "I don't know anymore," I murmured, the truth thick with a hint of shame. Each thrust had been a blur of pleasure and pain, each orgasm forced from me by a stranger's hand or cock, leaving me lost in a sea of numbers and sensations that had long since run together. "Ah, you really are a true cumdump," he chuckled, the sound low and dark, sending a thrill through me. His words were a strange comfort, a validation of my role in this depraved masquerade. His hand reached down and gave my cage a light squeeze, causing a bolt of pleasure-pain to shoot through me. "Don't worry, little one, you're exactly where you're meant to be." The mattress dipped again as he climbed onto the bed, his weight settling behind me. His hand slid over my sticky, inked skin, tracing the lines of the biohazard symbol with a curious, almost reverent touch. "You see this?" he whispered into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "This means you're not just anyone's fucktoy. You're special." His words were like a dark mantra, filling my mind with a twisted sense of purpose. He positioned his cock at my entrance, the tip teasing my abused hole. "I'm here to ensure all these special swimmers find their way to the promised land," he said, the words sending a thrill through me, I didn't know what he meant but it sounded scary. With a firm grip on my chin, he pulled my head back, the blindfold sliding away from my eyes. For the first time in hours, the world came into focus, a blur of light and color that made my eyes water. As the blindness lifted, I was met with the sight of a man dressed in leather, his cock thick and veined, standing proudly in front of me. But what truly captivated my attention were the piercings that adorned his length. His shaft was a masterpiece of metal, studded with a series of piercings that glinted in the dim light, each one a tiny beacon of potential pain and pleasure. The sight of his pierced member made my mouth water and my cock twitch in its cage, eager to see what new sensations it would bring. "You like what you see?" he growled, his voice a mix of amusement and challenge. "You're going to love what they feel like inside you." I looked up, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, and saw the leather hood that obscured his face. Only his eyes gleamed with a hunger that seemed almost animalistic, and his nose and mouth were framed by the tight openings that allowed him to breathe and speak. The sight of his face, hidden behind that mask, sent a thrill through me. It was both terrifying and incredibly hot, a visual representation of the complete and utter control he had over my body. I look down again to his pierced dick. The leather-clad stranger took his time, allowing me to fully appreciate the intricate patterns of metal that decorated his shaft. Each stud and ring looked like it could tear me apart, but the thought only made my insides clench with need. I tensed, bracing for the pain that was sure to come, my asshole still sore and stretched from the night's activities. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious mix of fear and arousal that had me panting like a bitch in heat. He leaned forward, the leather of his mask brushing against my cheek, and whispered, "You had your chance to look at it, cumdump. Now, you're going to feel it, and this time, you can watch it all happen." With trembling hands, I reached for the poppers bottle on the nightstand. I took a deep, sharp sniff, the heady fumes immediately filling my nostrils and sending a rush of warmth through my body. My senses heightened, every nerve ending was alight with anticipation as the alcohol and isobutyl nitrite flooded my system. The burn was a sweet agony, making my eyes water and my throat constrict, but it was a small price to pay for the rush of euphoria that followed. The leather-clad stranger took note of my actions, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he positioned the head of his pierced cock against my gaping hole. I could feel the heat of him, the bluntness of his piercings pressing against my sensitive flesh, and I trembled in anticipation. The poppers had made me even more receptive, the pain and pleasure melding together into a symphony of sensation that had my body begging for more. With one swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside me, the piercings stretching and tearing at my insides with every inch of his advance. A scream was ripped from my throat, a mix of agony and ecstasy as the metal studs scraped along my prostate, setting off a cascade of sensation that I had never felt before. His laughter filled the room, a dark sound that seemed to resonate deep within my soul. "Looks like you've earned that tattoo," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Now we're going to make it official." He began to pump into me with a steady, merciless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body. The piercings inside me felt like a thousand tiny knives, carving their way through my insides with a precision that was almost artful. I could feel the cold metal dragging against the raw, tender flesh of my hole, each movement a delicious reminder of the depravity that had brought us here. His grip on my hips was like iron, holding me in place as he claimed me in a way that no one ever had before. As he fucked me, he threw his head back and laughed, a deep, wicked sound that seemed to resonate through the very air. "It's been a long time since a nice young bottom like you joined us," he murmured, his voice a dark purr that sent chills down my spine. "You're going to be the talk of the town, darling. They're all going to want a piece of this ass of yours." The piercings on his cock created a symphony of sensations with every thrust, a maelstrom of pleasure and pain that had me moaning and writhing beneath him. "You're such a good boy," he said, his grip tightening on my hips as he drove deeper, his piercings scraping against the walls of my hole. "So eager to take it all, aren't you?" "Yes," I gasped, the word barely a whisper as the intensity grew. His laughter washed over me, a deep, dark sound that seemed to resonate with the very core of my being. "Good dump," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Our cumdump." The leather-clad stranger leaned over me, his massive chest pressing against my back as he buried his cock even deeper. "You know who did this to you?" he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and pride. "DominantDaddy picked you out, had you marked and claimed as his own little slut." My heart raced as he continued to fuck me, his piercings sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my body with every stroke. "You're going to be the best little cumdump we've ever had," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "DominantDaddy knows how to train his boys." The words sent a thrill through me, a strange mix of fear and excitement. I had never been owned before, never been claimed in such a primal way. Yet here I was, being used by a man whose very presence was a declaration of dominance, and I was loving every second of it. The pain from his piercings was unlike anything I had ever felt, a sharp, burning sensation that seemed to go on forever, only to be chased away by waves of pure ecstasy that crashed over me like a tidal wave. "You're ass is so loose and sloppy," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So eager to take it all." His words were a strange comfort, a validation that I was doing exactly what I was meant to. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of my place beneath him, but the pleasure was even more so, a sweet release that seemed to fill every part of me. "Young boys like you, willing to receive the gift of submission, are so rare these days," he murmured, his voice a warm, dark caress in my ear. "But you, my sweet cumdump, you didn't even hesitate." He pulled his pierced cock out of me with a wet pop, leaving my asshole gaping and leaking cum. "Roll over," he ordered, his voice a velvet demand that sent a thrill through my body. I didn't dare question him, eager to please. I took a quick sniff of the poppers, the fumes burning my nose and making my head spin. The world grew brighter, the edges of my vision going fuzzy as the room swam with color. The pain from my abused ass was distant, a mere shadow of the pleasure that awaited me. I rolled onto my back, my legs still shaking from the relentless pounding. The leather-clad man positioned himself over me, his pierced cock gleaming with the cum of the previous men and a hint of blood. The sight was both terrifying and incredibly arousing, a visual representation of the depravity that had become my reality. His eyes bore into mine, the hunger in his gaze making my heart race. Without a word, he pushed my legs apart, spreading me wide, and I felt the tip of his pierced cock nudge against my still-sensitive hole. "You're going to take it all," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Every. Last. Drop." I nodded eagerly, my chest heaving with each shallow breath, my body begging for more. He lined himself up and pushed back in, his piercings letting me scream in pain, agony and lust again, as they slid back into me. Each stud and ring scraped against the tender flesh, sending sparks of pain through me that only served to heighten the pleasure. He fucked me like he owned me, his powerful hips pistoning into my body with a rhythm that was as punishing as it was exquisite. I could feel the head of his cock bottoming out, the piercings tearing into me, making me feel every inch of his dominance. My own cock was trapped in the plastic cage, begging for release, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I was here to be used, to be the vessel for the cum of these strangers, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. The leather-clad man's eyes never left mine as he thrust into me, his grip on my hips like a pair of vice grips. Each push was like a hammer strike, driving his cock so deep inside that I was sure I could feel the piercings in my throat. Yet, through the pain, there was an intense pleasure, a feeling of fullness that was almost overwhelming. The room spun around me, the leather and the sweat and the cum mixing together in a symphony of sensation that had my head spinning. My breath grew shallower, my chest rising and falling with every thrust. I could feel my heart racing, thundering in my chest like a wild stallion. I braced myself for the moment when he would finally release, his orgasm telegraphing through his body in a series of tension-filled grunts and growls. But even as he picked up the pace, his breathing grew more ragged, his strokes more urgent, he showed no signs of climax. Instead, he just kept going, his cock a piston in the engine of my desire. And then it happened. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hotel, he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. The piercings inside me seemed to come alive, the metal vibrating with his climax as he shot his hot, sticky load deep within me. I felt the warmth fill me up, his seed mixing with the cum of the countless others who had used me throughout the night. The sensation was overwhelming, a white-hot rush of pleasure that seemed to consume me whole. But even as I reveled in the feeling of being completely filled, the leather-clad man wasn't done. He leaned back, his cock still embedded deep within my ass, and brought his hand down in a hard, brutal slap against my plastic-covered balls. The pain was instant, a sharp sting that made me scream and arch my back, my body responding to the sudden, unexpected assault. My asshole clamped down around his piercings, the involuntary contraction sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him, making his eyes roll back in his head. "Sensitive, aren't you?" he chuckled, his grip tightening on my balls as he began to twist and pull them, each movement sending bolts of agony through my body. Yet, even amidst the pain, I could feel the my own dick trying to get hard, the plastic cage straining against the swelling flesh of my cock. It was a strange, twisted dance, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a way that had me moaning and writhing beneath him. He watched me with a glint of sadistic glee in his eyes, the leather of his mask creaking as he grinned. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that seemed to echo through the room. "You like feeling the bite of my hand on your cage, knowing that you can't come, no matter how much you want to." The leather-clad stranger pulled out his cock with a wet, squelching sound, the piercings glinting in the dim light of the room. His shaft was covered in a sticky, pinkish mess of cum and blood, a testament to the brutal fucking he had just given me. I could feel the ache in my ass, the pain a constant reminder of the pleasure that had come before. The sight of his cock was both terrifying and exhilarating, a symbol of the power dynamics that had brought us together in this sordid hotel room. With a satisfied grunt, he leaned back, his cock bobbing with each beat of his heart. He took a moment to clean himself up, wiping his still-dripping member on my thighs. The warmth of his cum against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the intimate connection we had just shared. He admired his handiwork, his eyes roaming over my ravaged ass with a mix of pride and hunger. As he began to dress, I could feel the exhaustion weighing down on me like a heavy blanket. My limbs felt like jelly, my hole still pulsing from the relentless abuse it had taken all night. But as the leather-clad stranger pulled on his pants, I knew that my reprieve would be short-lived. "No time to rest," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic joy as he fastened his belt. "DominantDaddy will be here soon, and he's not one to be kept waiting." The thought of DominantDaddy visting me again after this night of abuse filled me with a mix of excitement and dread. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, my heart racing at the thought of what he would tink of me now after this night. The leather-clad man leaned down and gives me a kiss, not a gentle loving one, but one out of mockery off the taste of his cologne mingling with the bitter taste of his cum that still coated my mouth. "See you at the party in two weeks," he whispered, his voice a promise that sent a shiver down my spine. The door clicked shut behind him, and I was once again alone in the quiet of the hotel room, the only sounds the distant murmur of the city outside and the faint rustle of the bedspread beneath me. The smell of sex, sweat, and leather lingered in the air, a pungent reminder of the events that had unfolded over the last several hours. My asshole still throbbed with pain, a puddle of the pinkish fluid staining the bedsheed just below the entrance of my hole, aconstant reminder of my new status as a cumdump.

Absolute PIG 🐽heaven. 6

i cant access it.. are you sure you checked the link? if you can rip it or screen record it from where you see it ill be very indebted to you.

I do know I'd love to interact with any peer such as yourself 😘😘😘

Lucky Jake!