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Ok, now there's a place I'd consider being masked, as it is required for mares. I probably should wear a red hood?

Doxy Pep is now being offered in the UK by the NHS for people they consider high risk. Having recently being tested positive for syphilis, I have been offered DoxyPep following my STI treatment.

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Like OP, I feel euphoric and submissive. There’s something about being mounted and bred like a bitch in heat that makes me feel complete and puts me at ease. That euphoric feeling only makes me want more. Getting that first load in my ass gets me into full on cum junkie mode and all my inhibitions are lifted. After the first load, I’m begging for rougher sex and more verbal abuse from the second guy and every guy after that. I want more and more cum, and I will be used repeatedly until I tap out and physically can’t take any more cock in my ass.

Part 3 The weight of Jake's body was gone, but the pressure of his presence remained. Chad lay frozen, listening to Jake's breathing even out into the deep rhythm of sleep. The moment Jake was truly under, Chad shot out of bed as if he'd been electrocuted. He didn't bother with clothes, just fled, his bare feet silent on the carpet as he sprinted for the sanctuary of the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned against it, his chest heaving. That's when he felt it: a slow, warm trickle making its way down the inside of his thigh. He looked down. A milky trail was snaking its way toward his knee. The combined essence of Asha and Jake, a physical manifestation of his betrayal. A wave of nausea and guilt washed over him, so potent it made him dizzy. Driven by a morbid curiosity he couldn't explain, he swiped a finger through the fluid. He brought it to his lips, his hand trembling. The taste was salty, bitter, complex. It was the taste of his own deceit. He was still a little high, the world soft around the edges, his emotions a volatile mix of shame and a strange, lingering thrill. He needed to wash it all away. He stepped into the large shower and pulled the glass door shut, the click echoing in the tiled room. He turned the water on, hot and powerful, and let the spray beat down on his back. It felt incredible, scalding away the sweat, the sex, the shame. He tilted his head back, letting the water cascade over his face, his eyes closed. The shower door clicked open. Chad's eyes snapped open. He spun around, his heart leaping into his throat. Standing there, completely naked, was Andrew. Asha's partner. He was just staring, a slow, evil grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of Chad, wet and soapy and exposed. Without a word, Andrew strolled over to the toilet, his movements unhurried and confident. He stood with his back slightly to Chad, giving him a clear view of his cut, thick cock as he started to piss, a heavy stream hitting the water with a loud, deliberate sound. He didn't try to hide it. He stared right at Chad the entire time. Chad's face burned with humiliation. He quickly turned around, his back to Andrew, but it was too late. The image was seared into his mind. He could feel a familiar heat pooling in his groin. Against his will, against all reason, he was getting hard. He heard the stream stop, the toilet flush. Then the sound of bare feet on wet tile. The shower door slid open again. "Don't be shy," Andrew's voice was a low, amused rumble, right behind him. Chad felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. He kept his eyes down, focused on Andrew's chest. He couldn't bear to look him in the face. "Asha told me," Andrew whispered, his voice hot against Chad's ear. "He told me he fucked you. Came deep in your ass." Chad's head snapped up. His eyes met Andrew's. The water continued to cascade over Chad's right shoulder, running down his smooth, hairless chest. His small cock was now fully, achingly hard, the foreskin pulled back tight, sticking up at an angle. Andrew's eyes flicked down to it, then back up to Chad's flushed face. "Nice," he said, his voice thick with approval. He started pulling his own cock, slowly, methodically. It grew hard in his fist—fat, veiny, and intimidatingly thick. Chad was mesmerized. It was the first time he'd really looked at Andrew. He was 47, like Asha, but a completely different type. White, with piercing blue eyes and a thick, greying beard that framed a handsome, rugged face. His brown hair was cut short, shot through with grey at the temples, with a receding hairline that only added to his mature authority. He reminded Chad of his own dad, and the thought sent a jolt of forbidden electricity through him. He had broad, muscular shoulders that tapered to a solid paunch, and his thick legs were covered in a dense mat of dark hair. "Can I join you?" Andrew asked, his voice leaving no room for refusal. "I want to fuck you." Chad could only manage a choked whisper. "Sure." His face was crimson. Andrew's grin widened. "Good boy." Andrew stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind them. The space was suddenly small, filled with steam and the scent of two aroused men. He crowded Chad against the tiled wall, his body a hot, hairy press against Chad's smooth skin. The sex was immediate and overwhelming. It was passionate and rough, a clash of tongues and teeth, of grabbing hands and searching fingers. Andrew was incredibly verbal, a constant stream of dirty praise and commands in Chad's ear. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he growled, his hands roaming Chad's body. "Such a tight little body. You like this, don't you? You like being used by real men." Chad could only whimper, his head thrown back, his hands clutching at Andrew's broad shoulders. It was true. He did like it. Finally, Andrew had enough of the foreplay. He spun Chad around, pushing his chest against the cold, wet tile. "Bend over," he commanded. "Stick that ass out for me." Chad complied, his hands flat against the wall to brace himself. He felt Andrew's thick cockhead press against his already-sensitive hole. "Gonna breed this pretty little ass," Andrew grunted as he pushed inside. "Gonna fill you up again. You're gonna be leaking all four of us by the time I'm done." The entry was a stretch, a burn that bordered on pain. Chad let out a choked cry, his body arching. Andrew didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. Then he started to fuck him in earnest, hard, deep strokes that slammed Chad's body against the wall. He was relentless, his verbal assault never-ending. "Take it," he snarled. "Take my fucking cock. That's it, whimper for me. I love hearing you whimper. You love this big dick in your ass, don't you? Answer me." "Yes," Chad gasped, his voice broken. "Yes, I love it." He was lost. The pleasure, the pain, the humiliation, the sheer filth of it all coalesced into a perfect, stormy bliss. He felt his own orgasm building, impossible to contain. With a final, desperate cry, he came, his cock pulsing as it shot ropes of cum against the shower wall. His ass clenched tight around Andrew's shaft. "Fuck, yeah," Andrew roared, feeling Chad's spasms. "Milk that cock, you beautiful boy." He gave a few more brutal thrusts and then buried himself deep, his body tensing as he unloaded, adding his own thick, hot claim to Chad's overflowing ass. They stayed like that for a long moment, the water washing over them, their bodies heaving. Andrew slowly pulled out, turning Chad around and pulling him into a surprisingly gentle kiss. "Good boy," he whispered again, before stepping out of the shower, leaving Chad trembling, alone, and more full of cum and confusion than he had ever been in his life. Stay tuned for part 4

Vinyl, but then again, my knees are used to it. Tile, asphalt, gravel, etc... lol

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Was at a sex club in Berlin where everyone wears a cotton executioner mask, colour-coded to reflect your role. It was hot! Lots of fucking. Three guys took turn to fuck me and dump their loads. Depending on one’s mood, sometimes you just want to focus on the sex and not the appearance. It’s a different kind of freedom.

Wellllll ..... Artificial, yes ..... Intelligence, maaaaaybe, maaaaaaybe not so much: No, the leaders of the European nations knew perfectly well that non-German speaking nations had been "using" German-speaking lands to fight their wars for centuries. The leaders of the victors of WWI were leaders of exhausted nations, and simply crossed their fingers behind their backs, and then looked the other way. AI needs to take another look. If AI learned that appeasement simply does not work (in world-affairs), or by any other means, it would be a bit less shallow. For instance, what would AI have to say about today's military adventurism, fomented by Mr. Trump (with the aid of the PM of Israel)? Since it's already happened, no point in asking AI what he/she/it thinks of the possibilities. If AI came up with something along the lines of a breathtakingly weak man being manipulated by a most competent manipulator, PM of a certain nation in the Levant, then that would be at least a plus for Mr. AI. To the issue of appeasement, the non-German countries were just as deeply troubled by the depression as every other nation, only more-so, having just gone through a terribly-bloody war. I may be mistaken, and I'm not going to ask Mr. AI, but I believe that the nazi party won the elections in 1931(?), which - according to the German Constitution, meant the party that wins the election takes over the German government. Thus, taking power was a Constitutionally-required event for the nazi party, and it happened legitimately, just as the entire industrialized world was sinking into the depths of world-wide depression. So, sweet boy - let's ask AI what it thinks about the adventurism taking place today in the Levant - see if Mr. AI has digested his breakfast yet .....

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Another excellent chapter, I hope Dan gets back to the ABS and continue taking anonymous loads for hours

I'd say that "Top with the Right Stuff" is going to be the one ... 🐷

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It was only a little stretched out - i was practicing being humiliated by fucking myself with a toilet brush

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To the O.P., I wouldn't consider it for as much as a minute. I don't give a rats ass who knows about what I do sexually. There are two groups: Those that wouldn't want to know for love nor money, and those who wouldn't comprehend in the first place. I've never won any beauty contests, but then I've never entered one either. NO guy that takes my cock up his gut does so because he thinks I'm good-lookin. On the other hand, no guy has run away either. Just a regular guy here.

Tattoos, fuzzy wuzzys, daddies, size difference can get me going, but personality beats anything physical for me

@rawfuckingonly are you following the administrations actions WRT people living in this country? Our one accepted constitution of the United States of America (not whatever else you think are the USAs founding documents), does not allow the government to break into a judges home without a warrant signed by a judge. The President does not have the authority to start a war on his own, without congress. Congress, not the President is the only authority with the power of the purse. So I'll start with just those three things. I have ZERO interest in reciting the entire list of Administration violations as there are plenty of sources I believe you are capable of finding. Now, if you wish to do what has become fashionable and make up your own facts; you're on your own. I'll simply block you and man, you simply aren't worth the effort. Feel free to reply to your hearts content but going forward, I'm already tired of you.

I remember that darkroom all too well. Loved it when I would go to walkout, and guy would grab my hand, pull me towards him and he would push me to my knees. I would always walk out of there late with 10 to 15 loads down my throat, all over my face and chest.

Exploring BBRT and those preferred profiles are moving Dan closer to the eventual end--Submitting to a toxic top with no PEP protection. Like a real life chase, @mancoco's recitation of Dan's journey is the funnest part. I know from this point forward with the masterful storytelling skills of @mancocowill take readers on an amazing trip with realistic and sexually twists and turns as Dan complicates his sexual desires and the consequences of becoming poz. Thank you, @mancoco!