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So fucking hot! I wish I could meet someone to whore me out like this!

My problem is one nipple is much more sensitive than the other, so I play with it a lot more. Now they're not the same size. I'm trying to play with the other one more to even them out. Hopefully it will get more sensitive.

The camera flashed again, the cold light bouncing off the sweat on their bodies. The top's hand left his throat, reaching down to twist his nipple, eliciting a scream that was muffled by the mouthful of spit. “Time to start stretching that hole boy, you ready to gape and get filled in”. The cute fucker just lifted his legs a little, that’s the sign of a keen slut. The cock hit him like a freight train, his entire body seizing up, muscles tightening around the thick cock inside him which just dipped in, no time to adjust. The top took advantage of his vulnerability, pushing deeper, filling him to the brim with his pre-seed. Annoyingly, the cumslut wanted to take the blindfold off, he did it without my permission - he was going to pay for that. The dumb slut finally caught a glimpse of the smug satisfaction on the top's face. This was what he lived for, the ultimate surrender to his desires, and he knew that the memories of this day would haunt him, and excite him, for a very long time. For the top, it was just another dumb taken cunt who clearly isn’t satisfied and needs a big fat cock to give him some sort of meaning, he was just a hole that I planned on tearing up and returning to sender. As the top pulled in and out, a Masterclass of how to gape. He pulled out and the work of art in front of him, “time to push out baby and show that gape”. It was so easy; on all 4s the dumb cunt was letting the whole world see. The warmth of his precum slipped out, leaving a trail down Aussieanon's thigh. He lay there, panting, the taste of saliva and precum still on his tongue. I scoped it back inside him and pushed my fingers in deep, “we are not finished yet”. The camera was set aside, the evidence of their encounter saved for later. For the next 20 minutes was a mix of domination and just getting ready to unload, I could tell he was struggling and kept asking for breaks and more lube - “should’ve thought about that before you took the blindfold off”. He was really struggling but he still wanted it, his hips pulling back in to me and the cheeky cunt trying to get in deeper. I could feel the nut building up; and thought I’ll give him some relief; make him think he was in control and build him up to being submissive next time his hands need to be tied back; he will pay for that blindfold slip. “I’m getting close boy, now’s the time to cum”. 15 pumps later and I was splattering his cunt with my load, he came 5 strokes early - I chocked him good and spat in his face as a thank you. I grabbed a towel, wiping the spit from my own face before tossing it to him. "Clean up," he ordered, his voice still filled with the power he'd wielded over him. The dumb fuck obeyed, his trembling hand bringing the towel to his face, wiping away the mess he'd become. He felt a strange sense of pride in his submission, his body used and discarded, yet still craving more. They lay there for a moment, the only sound their ragged breaths. The top's hand trailed down the slut’s body, his fingers lightly brushing over the bruises that had already begun to form. "Look at what a good little slut you are," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost gentle. The words sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching in response. He knew this was just the beginning of his training, that the top had plans for him, a future filled with pain and pleasure in equal measure. The top leaned in, his mouth close to Aussieanon's ear. "Remember, every time you take your boyfriend's dick, you're going to think about this. You're going to feel me inside you, stretching you out, making you mine." He kissed him roughly, claiming his mouth, before rolling off the bed. Exhausted, he watched as the anon top picked up the camera, scrolling through the photos with a wicked smile. "You're going to love watching these, aren't you?" He knew it was true, that every image would be a reminder of his place in this twisted game, a prize to be cherished and feared. With a final pat on his ass, the top told him to get dressed. The world outside waited, a mundane existence that would never fully satisfy him again. He pulled on his clothes, feeling the ache in his ass with every movement, a constant reminder of the afternoon's events. As he left the house, the cheating cunt of a fiancé knew that when the night came, and he lay in his own bed, he'd reach for the lube, the fantasy of the day playing out in his mind, the gaping hole in his soul demanding to be filled once more. Contrastingly, as the top drove away, he couldn't help but wonder what the next message would bring; plenty more cunts like him to fill before then.

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PLEASE NOTE: THESE OPINIONS ARE SOLELY MY OWN! There certainly have been protests and the media has reported on the more egregious violations. I think a lot of people are terribly confused about what can be done to respond. The opposition in the US has depended on tried and true tactics: protest marches, boycotts and letters/calls/emails to elected representatives. My personal take is that those tactics aren't terribly effective any longer. There's no real consequence for the powers that be when they're ignored. Part of that is the historic relationship of "progressive" movements with the Democratic Party. While I don't think the Democrats are in any way the same as the GOP/Republicans, in the end they largely have chosen to co-opt social motion to leaders that aren't willing to shake up the status quo of power arrangements. While there are things I didn't care for about Mr. Biden, he walked the walk in that he diversified the racial/gender makeup of his administration. I think it was best described by an article that came out years ago - 2008 or 2012 - in Vanity Fair. In the United States we are governed by the one percent FOR the one percent. My own feelings are mixed; while the Democratic Party put an end to discrimination in the military, Sam Nunn (former Democratic senator for the state of Georgia ) was adamantly opposed to allowing gays in the military and blocked it at every turn and Bill Clinton put into place the disastrous "don't ask, don't tell" policy. Joe Biden forced the Obama administration to push for marriage equality, yet Bill Clinton signed the Defense of Marriage Act. Pardon me if I still feel at best skeptical of the Democratic Party as an institution, though apologies have been offered. To put it bluntly, we in the US don't have a reliable vehicle to push to save reforms let alone enact them. I trace some of the anger to the absolute abandonment of any real programs to help with poverty, both in the inner cities and rural poverty (e.g., Appalachia and the so-called Rust Belt states). Add to that the real lack of consequences to the perpetrators of the sub-prime mortgage debacle of 2006/2007, and you have an enraged electorate that feels fucked over. With good reason. At this point, I feel much more sympathy to the progressives in pre-WW2 Europe. I used to wonder why didn't they do more, where was the left when the right was busily exterminating Jews, Roma, Catholics, and Socialists? I have a better answer to that now: like them, the progressive movement in the US was too timid and did not do more than call for marches which lead to nothing changing. Incumbents were unwilling to risk their comfortable government jobs and pensions to create stronger safeguards. So here we are, basically fucked. Personally, I am investing my time and money in immediate help for those affected and in creating electoral reform - things like open primaries - so that the current bipartisan policies of upholding the stranglehold of money and incumbency on our political process. PLEASE NOTE: THESE OPINIONS ARE SOLELY MY OWN!

I got invited to a large circle jerk event. A bowl is slowly filled over couple hours with cum shots. I volunteered to be a cum swallower, drinking from the bowl. I don't want to waste of drop of cum. I'm looking forward to drinking from the bowl. So many loads from some many different guys. Anyone have similar experience? I'd drink a gallon of cum (slowly) to enjoy the taste!

The guy in me pulled out, and another replaced him almost immediately. He fucked me hard while I continued to watch the rest of the orgy unfolding, particularly enjoying seeing Harry and Sid have men rotating around between their exposed holes. But, as per Omar’s instructions, everyone seemed to be holding back from cumming so that they could save their loads for me. Eventually Harry and Sid got out of the slings both declaring they were getting too close to be able to stay there, and they came over to sit by me as I was fucked. Harry lit up a couple of cigarettes and put one in my mouth, which I gripped between my lips and smoked while the man behind me really showed off his stamina. Harry occasionally held an ashtray below my cigarette to catch some of the ash, and when it was nearly done he popped it from my lips and stubbed it out. Mere moments later, and with little warning, the guy inside me slammed in and held in place as he bred me, and then he pulled out and came round to my front for me to clean him up. “My turn” said Sid, standing up and moving round to my rear. He slid in, and then got on with fucking me again while Harry risked his trigger point by joining the other guy in front of me. I alternated between both cocks as best I could in my semi-immobilised state, helped by both of them stabilising me with their hands, but eventually Harry had to pull away and I suspected it wouldn’t take long once he was back in my hole again. The other guy also pulled his softened cock away, and I was left staring down at the floor as Sid rammed me with increasing tempo. That lasted for a few minutes until another cock appeared in front of me, and I lifted my head to take it into my mouth as its owner put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m next in your hole” he said, and I gave a little moan around his cock in response. “You’re so fucking hot” he continued. I pulled back from his cock and looked up at his withered face. “Thank you sir” I said, as my body was rocked back and forth by the force of Sid’s fucking. “You know” he continued, “there’s not a guy I’ve fucked in the last ten years who hasn’t converted within a few days.” “Oh fuck yeah” I panted. “Before the end of the month you’re going to become a pozzed-up toxic jock slut” he said. “Please sir” I moaned, with absolute sincerity. Our talk sent Sid over the edge, and he pumped the umpteenth load of his into me. They soon changed ends, and I took Sid’s cummy cock into my mouth to clean up while the other guy rammed into me. He continued to pant about how toxic I was going to be as he fucked, and I just moaned in appreciation around Sid’s cock. The desire I had felt before tonight for it to take a while was gone, as I now wanted to walk away from here knowing I was infected. I felt like these men deserved as such, though based on their stories of prior stories it seemed unlikely I would dodge the bullet this time. After Sid was done with me, I felt the strap behind my back being pulled, and I allowed myself to be pulled up until I was kneeling before I shuffled back to slide off the sofa and stand up. Harry was there now, and he and Sid walked me over to one of the barrels. However, before I got there Sid undid my wrists and I gratefully shook my arms to loosen them up. Harry gave me a cigarette that I lit up, and Sid handed me a bottle of water from which I took a few swigs before Omar arrived with a rum and coke. I enjoyed drinking that fairly quickly, and had a second cigarette while the opportunity presented itself. Then Harry cleared the stuff off the cushion-topped barrel and Sid gently encouraged me to bend over it. The collar was still round my neck with the strap and cuffs hanging off it, but as no-one had tried to get my wrists back into it, I instead just used my hands to grip the top of the barrel and waited for my next customer. I didn’t see who it was, but he rested for no man as he rammed into me and then pounded me senseless while I held on for dear life. Once he had blown in me and pulled out, it was finally Harry’s turn again. He slid in, but then held in place as he gently rubbed my back. “You having fun Aaron?” he asked. “This is where I’m meant to be” I replied, looking back at him. “Thank you.” He gave me a warm smile, before commencing the gentlest fuck I’d had all night. “I just want you to know” he said, “even once you convert, you’ll always be welcome here and at ours. Sid and I like you very much, and you are an absolute joy to be with.” I turned back around to look at him as he went still again while fully embedded in me. “I would love that” I said. At that, Sid approached and encouraged me to stand up and slightly awkwardly shuffle backwards with Harry, and then he shimmied up until he was sitting on the cushioned barrel. He then leant down and our lips met, and we had a deep kiss as Harry slowly resumed his fucking. Then Sid pulled away, smiled at me, and I bent down and took his cock into my mouth. For the next few minutes it was just us three again, and I felt strangely warm and calm between them. I knew I was going to be thoroughly used for many hours to come by everyone else in the room, but it was actually really nice to just be with the two of them for a little bit. Harry was fucking me very tenderly, and Sid was gently stroking the back of my head as I delicately sucked and licked his cock. He was hardening again by the time Harry accelerated and then held in place as he filled me with toxic cum. Two more guys fucked me over the barrel, this time with no-one else being involved either time so I was able to more easily watch the orgy taking place than I had been over the back of the sofa. There was a real camaraderie amongst them all that reminded me of the guys at the house, and I wondered if we might all still be fucking each other so late in life. Well, I concluded, if I had my way and got some or all of them into this scene, we definitely would be! But for now I was the only jock here, and once the second guy was done with me, another two came over and removed the collar from my neck. They then led me over to a different cabinet, and after discarding the previous bit of gear on one of the shelves, they proceeded to fish some other items out for me to put on. I was soon wearing an extremely wide padded leather collar, matching wrist cuffs, a thick leather harness, a leather jockstrap, and boots that went up to my knees. They led me to a full-length mirror so I could see for myself how I looked, and I was quite taken aback with my appearance. I was definitely going to need to invest in some gear of my own like this once I had the money! Then they walked me over to a floor mat, got me down on all fours, and in no time I was being spit-roasted again. It was actually a bit of a strain sucking the cock at that angle with the collar on, but I kind of liked being restricted in that way. The two of them did a bit of a round robin on me, until eventually one of them went over the edge and bred me. I cleaned off his cock while the other slid in and lasted maybe a minute before also exploding, and then both of them slumped on the mat and I alternated my oral efforts on both of their softening cocks. Surprisingly, no-one took over at my hole, so once they were both fully soft I stood up and looked around. All the fucking seemed to have ceased, with everyone taking a breather. I wasn’t sure if everyone had bred me a second time as I’d sort of lost count, but with no fresh takers I found a packet of cigarettes and lit one up, and then gratefully took a bottle of water from Omar who had come over to me. “You OK?” he quietly said to me. “Yeah, fantastic” I said, grinning. “I’m glad you’re having fun” he said. “But we haven’t got the stamina of young bucks like you, so there might be a bit of a pause for a while.” “Of course” I said, taking a deep draw of the cigarette. “Unless…” said Omar. “Unless?” I asked. He looked at me quizzically for a moment, before putting his hand on my back. “Come with me” he said. We walked over to the door, out into the garden, and back across to the house. I heard the door to the playroom opening again behind us and looked round to see Harry and Sid following us. When we got to the house I held the patio door open for them, and then followed Omar to the bottom of the stairs where he then stopped and turned to look at me. “Listen, we never normally do this, but…” he said, before pausing and suddenly looking a little sad. “It’s OK Ome” said Harry, squeezing past me to put his arm over his friend’s shoulder. “Tell him” said Sid. I decided just to say silent, aware something bigger was going on. “It’s my partner” said Omar, looking up at me. “He doesn’t have long left, but we wanted him here for the end.” “Oh” I said, a little dumbfounded. “I wondered if you might…” Omar said. “Anything” I said, putting my hand on the side of his head. “We were, or are, very happy together” Omar said, “but the love of his life was a boy not unlike you. He lost him in 85.” I knew what this meant, and I guessed what Omar was asking me to do. “Jeff’s not really there much anymore” he said. “But if you could…” “Of course” I whispered. “What was his name?” So it was that ‘Robert’ paid a last visit to Jeff. With Omar looking on and quietly sobbing while Harry and Sid held him, I went to work making sure Jeff was reunited with the lover who had been stolen from him in those uncaring times. There was no sex, just kissing and holding, and I got lost in it all. When it was clear that Jeff was unconscious again, I slowly got off the bed and followed the others back onto the landing. Omar threw his arms around me and held onto me. When he let go, he whispered a thank you to me, and then quietly opened the bedroom door and went back inside. Harry put his hand on my back and gently encouraged me to go back downstairs with them, but once we were in the living room I paused and then went and sat down. Harry sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee, while Sid got us all glasses of whisky from the cabinet. “You’re a very special young man” said Sid, as he handed me a glass. “I don’t know about that” I replied. “You are” said Harry. “Omar was not being truthful before.” “He wasn’t?” I asked. “No” said Harry. “He said he doesn’t normally do that, but the truth is this is the first time he’s ever taken one of our visitors up to Jeff.” “He saw something in you” said Sid. “I could see it myself earlier when he was watching you, which is how I knew what was happening when he started bringing you over here.” “Oh” I said, a little shocked. “Jeff has been… Well, he’s been calling out for Robert for a while now” said Harry. “Oh” I said again. “Maybe you will have given him some peace with what you just did” said Sid, sitting down next to me and putting his arm round him. “So as I said, you’re a very special young man.” We sat in silence for a while drinking our whiskies, before I decided to ask them about their own relationship. They proceeded to tell me about meeting in the 80s, falling in love, but still having a lot of fun with others. They had concluded that it was probably Harry who had been pozzed and then passed it on to Sid, but they weren’t sure. Either way, they did not have any regrets, and with the advent of meds they had managed to not only keep themselves healthy for a while, but then also feel no guilt when they decided to end their regimen and get into gifting. Other men wanted it, and they were more than happy to give. They always did this together, and never played with anyone else solo. They were happy, still very much in love, and surrounded by friends who they thought of as family. “I want that someday” I said. “I’m sure you’ll find it, but you can have plenty of fun in the meantime without the worries we had in the 80s” Sid said. “I hope so” I replied, suddenly seeing Bailey in my mind. Where had he come from? Why him? Yet… Bailey. I shook my head and stood up, and the others followed me as I headed back outside and over to the playroom. When I got back into the warmth of that building, the other men were sitting around on the sofas smoking and drinking, and all of them stopped talking and stared at me when I entered. I briefly paused, before marching over to the one who had the hardest cock. I stood in front of him for a moment, and then carefully climbed onto the sofa so I was straddling him. I reached behind me and grabbed his dick, manoeuvred it until I felt it catch my hole, and then sat down on it in one steady movement. As soon as it was fully in me I shuffled my knees a little to get a better angle, and then began to rock myself up and down on the shaft. I closed my eyes but saw Bailey again, so opened them and stared at the ceiling. But soon he was there too, and I capitulated. I closed my eyes, and despite the fact that I was fucking myself on a toxic cock, I allowed my thoughts to wander…

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Absolutely, I'd love to fetch and fuck your hole after taking multiple loads!

I would say the opposite. "Cock" does have a faint connotation of pride, but "dick" is hard and hostile, as a good erection should be. I dick a bitch down. If someone says that I'm a dick, he means that I'm aggressively obnoxious. I don't actually use either word much, but I don't know of any situation where I would prefer "cock".

Interesting post. Some folks have no problem whatsoever reaching inside themselves, flipping on the "Mr/Ms personality" switch, and making stuff like you described work well for them. Then, there are others who couldn't do that on a bet. Most of us are a mix of the two, but it's an interesting set-up to at least offer the potential. There can always be pleasant surprises - like the "hinge" you discovered. That said, it's just fine that it's a one&done thing too.

Hope to read more!

- what do you mean? - Have you ever smoked?, Peter said. - In my teens, i tried yeh? But wasn't my thing, never really felt anything. - what did you expect to feel? -well, good? They said it would be relaxing. That taking a cigarette would relax and feel good and cool. -but you never felt it? -yeah, no, I must've done something wrong. Never felt a thing. But of course, it's probably good. Haven't spent money or time on that stuff. - weve decided to show you something. -okay? Peter walked out of the room Michael continued the conversation. - we'll show you how good of a slut you can be? -am I not good now? -Oh, of course! You're amazing! Great hole, you take dick like a champ now. You do as we say and take any cock or load we send your way. It's hot and horny. You're a great pig! -but not good enough. -depends. -depends on what? -depends how yous we it. There are better pigs than you. So you can become better. -how? What more do you guys want of me? Feed me some poppers, call me a fag and you know that my hole is yours!? You really own it? - well.. - think about all the fucked up stuff we've done? -yeah. And believe me, Jonathan, we still appreciate that. It's been amazing to see the journey you have had from boy to slut. -but it's not enough. - enough, enough... It's of course enough. You can leave this anytime you're any. We don't have any legal bindings, if you're not into this stuff anymore you can drop out. It's your choice, of course. We respect you and your personal life and integrity. -so what's the problem? -theres no problem. -but you're not happy with me? You and Peter want more from me? What more can I give? I was really confused. I have become the sluttiest of pigs. And couldn't imagine what more they wanted from me. -its no demand, of course. We would never. But at this point, after a few years we would like to introduce you to something. -oh? Okay? -Yeah. Just a little something that might push our horny weekends even further. Make it even better. It's hard to tell you this, because it really, really isn't a demand from us. We're very happy to continue as we do. You're a great pig. A prefect slut. And you've been our toy for a few years now. We've done so much together and experienced so many hot things. Peter keeps a record, and we've organized sex for you now for quite sometime. You've taken 2600 cocks, over a thousand loads and done so much nasty stuff. Eaten cum out of strangers condoms. Felched out of random assholes. Been fucked non stop for 12 hours. You've been gangbanged by almost 80 guys onin 36 hours. You've been amazing. We're so grateful! -just tell me! What more do you want? I was getting frustrated. -We're happy to continue as we do now. But now, after years on our service we know you're a pig. It's nothing you wouldn't do together with us. You trust us, we trust you. So we think you're ready. We didn't do it before, because we really need to be sure that you're ready. -fuck, just tell me!! -well, Michael continued, since you've been such a great pig, and we know you're a slut by hear, Peter and I think it's time that we Peter walked into the room. His face had the horniest grin ever. His cock was rock hard. He had his phone in one hand, and a glass tube in the other. -well, Michael, I assume we're ready to go then? The guys are soon here.

Giving my healthy body to these old diseased men feels like the ultimate act of submission and it makes me do horny. Watching my strong healthy body get ravaged by aids would turn me on. Begging wasted, sick elderly men for more and more high viral loads in my hole would be my daily obsession. I want them to completely corrupt and ruin me. Then they can start forcing me to slam meth. And my life will soon be destroyed. It makes me very very horny thinking about it.

I get hard just from the freshly washed scent of a dick, balls, crotch and ass. There have been a couple of times, that a guy has walked passed me in a store, and I’ve popped an immediate boner so hard, that I probably could have drilled a hole in the concrete floor. Since I can’t see, scent is extremely important to me.

This may be the nicest writing compliment I've gotten. And as for if I am as big a m2m pig slut ... let's just say I would fit right i with the more experienced members at the warehouse. 😉

Im thinking of checking out Vault 139 tomorrow evening for naked night. Anyone else attending?

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i think you add some good points to the mix... but also i think even intelligent people are vulnerable to emotional manipulation, and both sides seem more than happy to engage in manipulation. Either way we slice it, voting involves a degree of trust. If i am being honest, i have to admit i do not understand the complexities of international trade. Meanwhile, i do not have the trust that Trump understands or has our best interest at heart. His approach seems vindictive vs well thought out with understanding. He just seems a bully to me, an approach he takes to all of his relationships. "America first" to me is just an extension of trumps me first attitude. i've always been health conscious, read stuff, tried to be informed. Then, 13 years ago, i went back to school and got a BSN. i did not realize what i didn't know until i became more educated. It was an awakening. Now as a critical care nurse, i continuously encounter people who push back against doctors, nurses, pharmacists, physical therapists, ________, because of something they read on the internet or saw on youtube. Many of these are intelligent, educated people, but they do not have a scientific or medical education, so they do not realize how much knowledge and background it takes to reach a diagnosis. Even if the information is from a good source, it doesn't mean that the info is being applied correctly. Again, trust factors in. i wish for leaders and politicians who can express their own flaws and weaknesses... because we all have them. i think the reason government should only make collective policy decisions is because no on person knows enough. That trump wants to be the final say in everything makes me cringe at the insecurity of an ego that has to always be right and in charge. No one has that capacity.

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You, my friend, should give some people more credit. Sure not all the supporters of Donald are dumb sheep... The problem as I see it is lack of meaningful public discourse - political opposition used to be good for that some years back (least in my country). If there are people who are showed propaganda in the face constantly, they might stop thinking critically and someone must remind them that. Here in EU we have this 'Green Deal' thing - lot of dogmatic supporters and dogmatic opponents, well I'm none of them, so I tried to discuss with the opponent of this. Using this kind of reasoning: 'It sure has some good stuff in it and must be implemented (if at all) with a great consideration. By the way you installed heatpump a decade ago without anyone telling you to do so.' He was, yea, right then spit out some made up stuff circulating the news and internet. So I said: 'You must see, that these things are not feasible if not paid by the government or even ever.' And he was: 'Yea, thought it might be exaggeration.' So you can't just rule vast majority out as lunatics... You are risking their future actions to be fuelled out of spite towards you. - Does Brexit ring any bells? 😉