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Friday night I had a lot of fun and the night was a bit unexpected. I hadn't seen a Daddy bottom that I might at a bar in forever. We were long overdue. He is a cute sexy man with a thick black beard and a little stocky. I went to his place and I fucked and bred him. He took my cock so well and I honestly wanted to fuck him a bit longer for breeding but he wanted to get going. After I fucked and bred him we went to a bar and had a bite to eat. He then suggested we go to another bar to hang out and have some fun. He chatted with some friends before we left and we were off. We thought it was more of an underwear themed night but maybe because of the cold everyone was pretty much dressed. We saw that in the play area no one was really playing. We played a bit on the dance floor and I sucked him and he played with my dick. He was a bit nervous to play in public so we went back to the outdoor play area. We got a corner and I took my dick out and he started sucking me. An older gray daddy bear came over and sat near us and he started playing with my nipples while the bottom Daddy was sucking my cock. Me and the Daddy bear made out too. There was another guy a Latino bear who started making out with me and playing with me. The Daddy bottom switched and started sucking him. The Latino Daddy started fucking the Daddy bottom. Meanwhile I was sucking the Daddy Bear and he started fucking me. The Daddy bear switched and fucked the Daddy bottom but he was having a little trouble taking him because he didn't have lube. The Daddy bottom almost gave up being fucked feeling he couldn't take the men wanting to fuck him. Me being the encouraging man I am I told him I'd give him lube. I fucked the Daddy bottom and shot a huge load in him. Afterwards the Daddy bear fucked him and he was taking the Daddy bear way better now. The Daddy bear was turned on and started fucking him faster and harder. The Daddy bear asked if he wanted me to give the Daddy bottom the load or if I wanted it. I thought for a moment to all the fun I have pretty often and my Daddy who breeds me regular. I thought about the Daddy bottom that tells me he isn't on hook up apps and doesn't get fucked a lot. He's a nice guy with a great ass and decided this is his night to explore more and have fun. I told the sexy Daddy Bear "Breed him". He smiled and fucked him harder and shot a huge load in his ass. After the Daddy Bear fucked me and the Daddy bottom was getting fucked by another guy. He got fucked by a few other guys and I got fucked a few times by the Daddy bear and the Latino Bear. After a while the Daddy Bottom needed a break. The important thing to note is the crowd was absolutely fucking dead just standing around doing nothing. Me kissing the Daddy bottom and him sucking my dick sparked others to play with us or just play in general around us. I don't get why people just stand or sit around and do nothing. We chatted the the Daddy Bear later and it turned out that I actually have talked to him before. The Daddy bottom needed a break so me and the Daddy Bear went off and he fucked me some more. Afterwards both me and the Daddy bottom decided to call it a night and went back to his place. We made out he sucked me and I sucked him and then I put him on all fours and fucked him again. I was still fucking horny so I fucked him for a good while until I shot my load in him and breed him. His hole felt so nice with multiple loads in him I think that was the 4th or 5th load I added to him. Afterwards he wanted to cum so I sucked and played with his nipples until he jacked off. He shot a nice sized load. Afterwards I took a shower and headed out. It was not the kind of evening I thought it would be. I figured I'd just fuck him a few times and leave. I kinda thought at the bar I'd try to take loads but instead I decided to let him get the loads but did enjoy the fucks. I really loved helping him with his journey about wanting to bottom and be a slut more. We had a great chemistry and vibe playing together with others in public too. That's actually not as easy and natural with everyone as it sounds. I look forward to fucking and getting together with him again soon.

I already have to be careful when I fart... I have a serious situation I will shit myself. Just have to train myself to close the outer muscle... used to be able to.

I'm well aware, but posting isn't reading the content (not even of the post whose subject line I was discussing). I'm already having a separate conversation with a moderator to see if there's a way I can turn off notifications from this specific forum.

One thing I truly appreciate, finding that there are quite a few other men who, like me, just have no interest in T specifically, or any of the strong recreational drugs. Here in SE Wisconsin it sometimes feels like I am the only one not interested in that stuff.

Blackrobe, please do note that you're posting INSIDE the political forum here. You can choose to just not participate in this particular forums while enjoying other parts of BZ. Mods, isn't there a way to simply turn off notifications from portions of the site?

I have a Loose hole too. My Friend likes to suck my Cock and work my hole with a Horse Cock Dildo every chance he gets and sometimes he likes to push in 2 Dildos the same time. I like the feeling of a Loose hole.

You will love it. Hanging open all the time feels amazing. Just be ready to factor in daily shower shot hose out into your day and diapers into your budget; both will be needed. I have a permanent shower shot with an 18 inch long very flexible nozzle and my training an dplay puts me in a diaper for the remainader of the day/night at least twice a week.

thanks! It just took near daily plugging to get my body more and more used to being plugged for longer and longer and then after more than 2 hours was easy, i would increase the size of the plug. The size also depends on the plug. I can wear the Grip 126 for a good 45 minutes easy (I can take as large as the 144 for about half a minutes at a time) but couldn't begin to do that with the Gape Keeper 108 (though I have achieved an hour several times with the Gape Keeper 100.) I can wear the Post 100 (which is really rough on the demands placed on the anal sphincter) for a couple hours. I just got the next size Post (the 120) but it's such a large jump I don't know that long wear of that is going to be any time soon. Just training my Hole to change its expectations on what is normal experience for it being filled.

Chapter 15 - The Day The nine nights and days had passed quickly. His routine had helped but it had been impossible not to register the rapid ticking off of the dates. Interrupted only by a couple of notable events. He had told his parents that he would be going on a College work placement that would require a few days away. He half expected them to refuse him permission but the fact the College was involved seemed to please them. Forging a note with a College letter-head had been a good move. By the time they knew better it would be too late. They would have seen the video Jerome had promised to send them. After that they wouldn't want Jordyn back anyway. The other event had been his trip to the clinic for testing. That had been a little daunting, something he had never done before, but he had no fear of surprises. He really was a virgin after all. He had arranged to collect his results on the afternoon of the big day. He had been expecting to hear details and instructions from his Owner but even now there had been nothing. He had begun to wonder whether this was all a trick, an elaborate game played on him. It couldn't be could it? Jordyn walked out of the clinic with the hard copy of his results in an envelope. The nurse had been friendly and had given him a little talk on prevention being better than cure and all that. He hadn't been listening - he just wanted to get outside and check his phone again. Had Jerome been in touch? He had his phone in his hand and his eyes on its screen when a van slowed to a crawl beside him. The driver was a dark-skinned Latino, very much the average delivery driver in the average delivery van. Jordyn glanced across at him as he continued to walk. "Jerome sent me - get in the van faggot." Jordyn looked at him in shock. "My car..." "Jerome will look after that." The driver's eyes were invisible behind his dark glasses. "Meanwhile you just need to get that sweet faggot booty in the van. You don't want to disappoint Jerome by being late." He opened the passenger door. Jordyn ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips. Then his face took on a new look of determination, rather cute on such a pretty boy, and he stepped into the vehicle. The door closed behind him and the driver put the van into gear. Nobody noticed a thing. *** The City had its prominent shopping streets, its historic public buildings and its well-manicured suburbs. The van didn't go to any of them. Instead it began a series of turns into ever more nondescript streets, many with any signage either vandalised or long gone. Rapidly Jordyn realised that he would never be able to remember just what their route had been. Just where he was being taken. Finally the van pulled up outside a building much like a thousand others in the city. It might have once been commercial, it had no identifying signage now. "Get out and press the buzzer." Those were the first words the driver had spoken since Jordyn had got into the vehicle. He had barely stepped out onto the sidewalk when the van drove off and left him there. He walked to the building and pressed its buzzer. A small door opened and a familiar face emerged, framed in jaunty peroxide hair. "You came," said Spice. There was no judgement or comment in the two words but Jordyn sensed a certain sadness. "I needed to," he replied. "It's who I am." "I know," said Spice as she looked into his eyes. "I know," she repeated. Then she stepped aside and Jordyn walked into the building. Spice closed the door behind him. "Well we have a lot to do..." *** Jordyn felt pampered and he felt wonderful. Spice had taken him to a room set up as a beauty parlor. He had taken a shower and then she had given him a facial cleanse, a full manicure and pedicure, had washed and styled his hair. It felt great! Then he had stripped for her and Spice had begun to dress him in the outfit she had so carefully curated for him. She knew just what would look wonderful on a sweet little femboy like him. First a sheer white crop top, scoop-necked and short-sleeved. Only just extending down to his nipples and leaving a wonderful expanse of flat, pale, belly exposed. Those weeks of exercises had surely paid off. Looking down past his navel, past the only slightly faded message written there by Clyde, he saw his thong. He knew it allowed his bubble butt to be displayed to its best and in the front its little white pouch clearly showed the flat outline of his cage. He wore long white leggings that extended up beyond his knees, their top made obvious by three red bands in the material. It felt so different to be dressed like this and it felt so good. So much more the Jordyn who he had always known himself to be. He moved his head and felt the unfamiliar sensation of his clip-on hoop ear-rings moving. Large hoops with sparkling letters around their circumference spelling out 'F - E - M - B - O - Y.' Telling the world just who and what he was. A femboy and more than just a femboy - he was BoiFagBarbie and it felt amazing. He turned his head a little and saw the camera. Such devices had captured his every movement since he had pressed the buzzer outside for admission. Documenting his readiness, no his willingness and enthusiasm, for what was going to happen. Early short scenes in the video that he knew his Owner would be producing. It was exciting to know that men would pay good money to have that recording. Even more exciting to know that his parents would receive their copy free of charge. Jordyn felt very BoiFagBarbie as he simpered and blew a faggy kiss to the camera. That video would do what he had been desperate to achieve for as long as he had been old enough to think about such things. It would tell everyone back home just who he really was. He understood the consequences of that but it was still something that he needed to have happen. "Stop squirming in your seat Jordyn - I need you to keep still." Spice's voice cut into his thoughts. He settled down and let her work her magic. Spice knew just the look which he needed to have. Fake eyelashes, dark eye-liner, blush on his cheeks and a strong pink lipstick. He knew he didn't really need to wear such make-up but it was still important that he did. When he looked in the mirror he still saw a boy but a very special sort of a boy. The sort of boy you only met in the darker corners of an old sea-port, the sort of boy who was available for any man with some money and a hard cock. A boi-whore. "How does that look - is that OK?" Spice was observing him with a judicial air. "It looks fantastic - thanks so much Spice." There was a cough from the doorway and they realised Jerome had been watching them - along with another man, a white guy in his forties who was built like a doorman. Jerome nodded and spoke. "You can go take a break girl." Spice sent Jordyn a look that he couldn't quite decode. Was it concern or a warning or just pity? Jordyn didn't care - he liked Spice but this was what Jordyn had wanted and needed for so long. "Surely looks like a stupid bimbo but has the little faggot got what it takes? The men back there are expecting a good show." That was the white man. "He looks too fucking fragile, too fucking vanilla." "Well, I do know his looks have drawn a crowd. Too many for Clyde's place which is why we are here." Jerome turned his attention to Jordyn. "This here is the Bull. He's supplied the venue tonight - you'd best not let him and me down." "I'll try not," stammered Jordyn. Jerome took a firm step forward and slapped his femboy's face. Not hard enough to stun but surely hard enough to get his attention. "You don't try to do nothing faggot. I don't give refunds on these gigs. You fail to satisfy and the men out there will take it out on your ass you hear me." "Yes sir," sniffled Jordyn. The Bull picked up the envelope Jordyn had brought with him. He removed the two sheets of paper from inside and inspected them, nodding. "Negative for all STDs and for PrEP use. That will get you in the door. Our men will be the same - negative for everything with one notable exception of course. Every stud in there will be HIV positive. No-one's been lying to you about that shit have they?" "No sir - I want Poz men sir, Poz men are so sexy sir." The Bull ran his eyes up and down the slim youthful form of Jordyn and then he nodded. Almost on cue the sound of thumping music was audible through the walls accompanied by a cheer. There were a lot of male voices and Jordyn was well aware that they were all there for him, all there for his sweet tight little virgin hole. Jerome tapped the younger man's cheek gently a couple of times. "You'll do fine. Just get the rest of your outfit on and make sure to prep that hole properly. I want it to get plenty of use before we wreck it tonight. Understood." Jordyn could only nod as he saw his Owner smile and heard the Bull laugh. Neither of them were reassuring reactions and Jordyn felt the panic start to rise up in his chest. The two men left and Jordyn got to work making himself ready. He needed to be at his very best for the men. Minutes later the music's volume was eased down. Jordyn heard a voice through the wall and knew Bull was whipping up the crowd. "Welcome men - we got a special night tonight. We got us a dumb little faggot slut with a virgin unspoiled hole..." A huge cheer drowned out the next few words. "...what we gonna do to this little bitch." A roar of voices were raised in answer. Just a few comments were clear even through the wall. "Mess that pretty boy faggot up good!" "Gonna rip that boi pussy apart!" "Make the stupid fucker wish he was never born!" "Little fag won't stand a fucking chance." There were clearly a lot of men there and their intentions weren't hard to define. Pretty much everything Jordyn had long fantasized about and probably much more. His heart was beating hard and he had to breathe deeply to keep himself steady as he pulled on his last item of clothing. Not quite the usual wedding outfit but this mini-skirt was the same spotless white as the rest of his clothes, representing the classic unspoiled virginity of the bride. Then he sat down and leaned forward to put on his footwear. There were no voices from next door now. Just the 'thump - thump - thump' of boots on the floor and hands on tables and walls. Impatient men, hungry for the tasty morsel that they had been promised. Jordyn's fingers fumbled a little as he tightened the straps on his six-inch 'fuck-me' platform stripper heels. He felt a little light-headed as the door opened and he stood up, tottering on his precarious footwear. Jerome and the Bull rejoined him and each took one of his arms, holding him up despite his instability. "Ready fuck-toy." Jerome had a way of making a question sound like a statement. Jordyn's throat seemed dry and too tight to speak. He merely nodded his assent. The men moved forward almost carrying the smaller and lighter figure of Jordyn Myers between them. "C'mon bitch," growled the Bull, "be sure to make your parents proud." It was a cruel comment but far more relevant than the Bull might have guessed. His parents had made Jordyn who he was and he was here because of all they had done. The young man held his head up and began to move forward under his own power. He walked unsteadily across the floor to the door, followed by the two men, just as the familiar notes of the Wedding March began. ***

Last week at my spot with some skank don’t remember his name