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Does your guarantee include Dan James? He provided a DEEP DIVE (90-120 minutes) of each episode including one with his husband. He talked about the triggers and his emotional reaction to the series and how it reflected his own lived experiences. He is Gay, and did play professional Hockey. The 2 actors are NOT professional hockey players. Their first time on the ice the 5 year old kids were skating around them. Connor had difficulty finding available ice rinks in Los Angeles. Hudson lives in Canada 🇨🇦

Yes but prefer feeling the top empty in me

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I'm Canadian, and I'm a fan. Bing watched it twice in one weekend. I would critique that it buys too heavily into the romantic monogamous myth of heterosexual relationships, and relys too heavily on all the guys being gorgeous. Don't misunderstand me, I love eye candy as much as anyone. And for the graphic nature of the sex scenes their beauty is a turn on. I was disappointed there was no full frontal, but neither was I surprised. I look forward to the porn knock-offs .. especially when some cheating and bb orgy action is added. Hollander is too receptive a bottom to be satisfied by one hunks cock, no matter how seductive that hunks Russian accent! My favorite scene is in episode 5 when Hallander's girlfriend so gently draws him out of the closet. And her reaction to his confession that he prefers to take it up the ass is priceless. The acting is such high quality The dialog so ruch. The emotions are so real. The character development delightful. I was drawn in deeply. In my group of Canadian friends someone only needs to say "wolf bird" and we are all in stitches. I know this series is not for everyone, but I'll be near the front of the line to see season 2.

To me, the point of getting fucked is asshole pleasure, so I'm gonna say the only value in experiencing pain while taking a big dick is to learn to get used to it. (Riding big dicks cowgirl at first helped me to do that. Riding a dick cowgirl while wearing nothing but cowboy boots and yelling "Yee ha" is cute if the guy(s) watching get the joke. 😉 )

Continued Both me and my uncle rock hard we walked down the hall and down the stairs to the second floor. It wasn’t long and others began to follow. We went into the video room, there were two other men in there jerking as they watched porn. We sat and I couldn’t help myself. I knelt down and took my uncle’s raging cock down my throat and began to gorge myself on that peace of meat. He placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed my head further down his cock until it was splitting my throat. I felt hands on my hips lifting me up. At the same time my uncle continued to work my throat with his hands on the back of my head. Now I felt a tongue begin to lick my hole as hands were spreading my ass cheeks. A crowd was gathering in the video room and their focus turned from the movie to our action. With a cock down my throat and a tongue in my ass I was getting well used. My uncle began to thrust harder and with a final thrust, shot his load down my throat. His protein explosion filled my mouth and began to leak down my chin. I continued to suck his cock, not wanting to miss a drop of his man juice. The tongue in my ass was going deeper and deeper. I could feel fingers spreading my hole wider and wider, slowly working their way in. Licking the last drop of cum from my uncle cock, he lifted my head and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He whispered, “let’s go”. I stood up and as I turned around I saw it was the hot bio tatted dude who was eating my ass and fingering my hole. He had feasted on my young jock ass. As I began to walk down the hall, I could feel my ass cheeks swish back and forth, the saliva from the biotatt dude effectively lubing my hole. It felt good. We headed back to the room and when we arrived, my uncle instructed me to put on my jeans. We both put on our jeans, a Tshirt and left the room. The bathhouse had in and out privileges so we left and walked to the leather bar across the street. We walked in and the bartender said hello to my uncle and asked if he wanted the usual. He responded, “make it a double and one too for my nephew.” The bartender looked at me, nodded his head up and down, and served us both. We grabbed our drink and walked through the crowd and made out way to the patio. Outside there was a group of guys and we walked over to them. They greeted my uncle and he introduced me. One man, in only jeans and boots reached out to shake my hand. As he did he said, “we have heard a lot about you.” His handshake was firm, his chest well defined with light fur. He had a mustache and I would guess he was probably in his early thirties. The patio was somewhat crowded. My uncle removed his shirt so I thought I would follow his lead. Another one of the guys, this one a little older, with dirty blond hair, a defined treasure trail, in black jeans and boots, reached over and brushed my chest. With that my cock jumped in my jeans. He asked if we wanted another drink, as I responded. Absolutely.

Yes, lots of guys began approaching me after they heard that I liked sucking cocks. Naturally, I rejected some guys because I didn't like them, but others, especially those who were attractive, physically-fit, and polite, I did give them the attention I believed they deserved, and they did appreciate what I had done for them, and I didn't hesitate to give them the pleasure they wanted again after my initial experience with them.

Chapter 7 - Jordan and Jordyn The man handed the license back and tapped it with a long finger. "You are Jordan Myers huh." Jordan nodded. What else was he supposed to do? "Like fuck you are faggot," said the man. "Now Jordan - that's a man's name in my book. You don't look like no fucking man - maybe a faggy boy but no way a man." He leaned across and grasped Jordan's wrist. His grip was like iron and proved that, whatever his age, the aura of strength and power given off by the man was no delusion. Pulling the smaller and weaker Jordan behind him the man strode round to the back of the store, out of the vision of anyone arriving there. Jordan didn't resist - resisting a man like that didn't seem either smart or likely to get you anything but big trouble. The back of the store housed the garbage dumpsters and then a space of empty land, grown rank with weeds. Beyond was the derelict works with its many windows all broken and redolent of desolation and decay. There was no-one around and no-one to see whatever happened here. "This is kinda my office for things like this," said the man, "nice and private." His smile wasn't reassuring. "Show me faggy boy - show me how you're claiming to be a man, to grade as a Jordan. Take off that fucking top." Jordan stripped off his top. He was too scared, too excited, too almost out of his mind to even think of refusing. This man had a natural authority, a gravitas that made Jordan himself feel so weak, so helpless, so insignificant. Some people controlled a situation and some lost control of it. That was just the way things were. It was terrifying but that didn't mean it wasn't right, that it wasn't natural. The cooler air made Jordan's nipples stand proud. The man nodded. "Flat chested bee-stinged bitch ain't ya but I'm saying you still way too weak and puny for anyone to call you a man. Lose the fucking pants and anything else you wearing down there - let me see what you got to offer." Jordan undid his pants and let them drop. His cock was hard even if it was a little too small to be obvious through his underwear. The man made a gesture and Jordan dropped them too. His little pink penis stood hard and at attention, almost a full three inches. The man looked at him and laughed. "See boy - you ain't no man. A man has a cock." He stepped forward and eased down his own pants and shorts. Oh fuck! Nine inches of thick coal-black cock and it wasn't even fully hard yet. Jordan saw that it was still growing and it didn't care about the cool air. It was ready to claim a hungry faggot hole. The man came up close to Jordan and put the hard warm meat of his cock against Jordan's tiny pink penis. "Now this is a cock faggot. What you have is maybe a clitty. So why are you pretending to be Jordan. Jordan is a man's name. Girls and sissy femboys they ain't called Jordan - they are called Jordyn. You hear me faggot. Spelled J - O - R - D - Y - N. Now you want me to treat you like Jordan or you want me to treat you like Jordyn. How you spelling it?" It was humiliating but the humiliation was an excitement in itself. Despite being overshadowed and disgraced his little penis was still hard as a rock. Besides, that story had been in his mind so much. The ruined femboi bride was called Jordyn and he so desperately wanted to be that dumb little sissy proudly wiggling his butt as he walked in heels to his total destruction. "I am Jordyn sir. J - O - R - D - Y - N." The man was smiling again but there was still no warmth in it. Just triumph and a certain satisfaction. "See boy - you are learning. Like I said your real education starts now. Next lesson is what is worth a fuck and what ain't no use to no-one." He hitched his pants back up but halted Jordyn's effort to do the same with a glare. Then the man reached in his pocket and withdrew something metallic. His hand went to Jordyn's little penis, bravely standing tall, and the young man felt the cold of the metal against his shaft. A cold liquid spread over his exposed flesh. Jordyn gasped and he felt his penis shrink. To a semi and then to a dangling useless worm in a few seconds. The man produced a thin elasticated belt of pink material. "Put that on." Jordyn obeyed. While Jordan might have hesitated or considered Jordyn had a much less complicated existence - he just had to obey. He stepped into the belt and pulled it up snug. There was a weird round metal ring and he wondered where ir was supposed to go. "Typical dumb femboy," laughed the man, "put your clitty and balls through it. Shouldn't be too hard with that tiny little thing." His balls were rather more difficult but after a little fumbling he managed it and then his soft meat followed more easily. What now? He was rather grateful for the cool air keeping his penis, sorry his clitty, nice and limp. The man had something else now - some sort of a device. He stepped up and with dextrous, practised, fingers fitted that something onto the ring and over Jordyn's cowering clitty. A couple of twists with a piece of metal and the device was locked into place. Jordyn looked down at himself with some shock. He had heard of cock cages but not like this. It simply left his exposed balls and then a flat pink metal surface perforated with holes. "What..." was all he could say. "No-one wants to see that little thing. No fucking use to anybody. Just a fucking distraction from what really matters. You femboys need to leave that clitty alone, to learn how boi fags truly get their pleasure. From now on if you with me or even if you just getting horny then you put that cage on." Jordyn thought about the consequences of that and felt his penis try to grow only to meet the firm unmoving restriction of his new cage. Didn't that prove just how weak he really was, why his pretending to be a real man was such a joke? Again he felt the curious and slightly uncomfortable feeling of his penis trying and failing to grow in his cage. "Yes sir," he said as he pulled his underpants up, looked down and saw the smooth front left by his new cage. Just like barbie! The man was watching his every move. It was intimidating - as if the man could read his mind. Perhaps he could if he had 'trained' lots of other little fag bois like Jordyn. "Now we dealt with that sorry excuse we'll try it again. Show me what you got to offer," Jordyn felt stupid. He didn't understand. "Dumb fucking faggot. Turn round, lean forward and grab that dumpster behind you." The man's voice was harsh, impatient. Jordyn didn't care. Now he knew what to do! He turned round, leaned forward and grabbed the dumpster. He heard a click and then glancing back he saw the man held a flick-knife with its wicked blade revealed. "No-one told you to cover up." A swift movement of the blade and his sole garment was on the floor, ruined. "Now let's see what you really got to offer - you saying this is a cherry hole boy." Strong fingers were on his butt, pulling his cheeks apart and leaving his asshole exposed and very, very, vulnerable. "Yes sir - cherry for you sir." He tried to keep the tremor out of his voice but didn't entirely succeed. He was scared down to his very marrow. This man was going to do just exactly what he wanted with him. "You know what a sweet little hole like this makes a real man want to do don't you BoiFagBarbie." "I think so sir." That dry smoker's laugh of his sounded behind Jordyn. "Makes a real man want to fuck it. You know that don't you fag boy?" "Yes sir." The tremor in his words was undeniable now. The man's right hand moved up Jordyn's body and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, forcing his head down towards the over-filled dumpster's opening. "Arch that back and spread them legs femboy. Let a man know you're here to be ruined." Jordyn did just that and the pungent sickly sweetness of the garbage hit his nostrils as his head was pushed further down by the man's strong right hand. Normally he would have been disgusted, maybe even have vomited, but now there were other things crowding all else from his mind. He felt the man move up behind him and he knew he was going to be fucked. For the first time in his life he was going to get fucked! By a filthy poz Black pervert old enough to be his grandfather! He gripped the trash can hard as he felt his legs weaken a little with the excitement. He flinched as he again felt the touch of cool liquid and then something else, the feeling of warm-flesh against his own. He knew what it was - the long, thick, hard, shaft of the man's cock as he pushed it over the perfect smooth curve of Jordyn's booty. The head of the cock nosed at his asshole and Jordyn tensed up hard. He waited to feel the pain as the man thrust home. He was rewarded only with that low rumble of a laugh. "Thass real sweet boi pussy you got there Jordyn. Might even be cherry like you say. Not many miles on it for sure but I can guarantee I'll soon change that. What you have here," he tapped his hard cock against Jordyn's hungry hole, "is what we call a money-maker and its a money-maker that's in heat ain't it young Jordyn." "Yes sir," said Jordyn, his voice cracking now with excitement. "A little hole just aching to be ruined. I fuck you now and I'll rip you apart. You know that don't you." "Yes sir," whimpered Jordyn and he couldn't help himself, he even wiggled his sweet little butt a little. "You want me to fuck you, nut up you once I've torn you up good." "Yes sir," Jordyn's voice was quiet but not so quiet the man didn't hear him. Also not so quiet that Jordyn would ever be able to deny having said it. "Dumb little sissy fag," the man's hand landed sharply on Jordyn's exposed butt cheek. "Don't you know cherry neg hole is at a serious double premium. That's why I'm in charge here. Dumb horny in heat femboys ain't got no business sense. All they care about is getting their cherry busted and waiting on the fever." "Yes sir," admitted Jordyn. "But we both know this boi pussy is mine now. That you owe me the pleasure of ruining this little faggot cunt of yours. We both know that now don't we?" The man's voice had an authority that you couldn't even imagine denying. "Yes sir." "That's a debt you owe me BoiFagBarbie and I always collect on my debts. But for now I saw this inside and it made me think of you." The hand was off Jordyn's neck but the young man didn't move. A small open bottle was flourished in front of him. The label said, 'Dumb Bitch Juice.' The man's other hand landed softly on Jordyn's face, closing his left nostril. "Breathe it in fag boy." Jordyn tentatively sniffed. It didn't smell too bad. "Snort it hard - prove what a dumb bitch you are." The edge was back in the man's voice. Jordyn sniffed hard at the top of the bottle and this time it hit. Almost immediately. He gasped and felt the sensations flowing through his body, a strange heat and something else. The man had moved fast and before Jordyn knew it he felt the pressure on his hole again. This time he wasn't tensed and this time he felt something enter his body. He gasped at the sensation. There was pleasure there but it was also undeniable that it hurt. "Two fingers in that cherry butt femboy. Even with the lube it hurts don't it?" Jordyn nodded but he didn't try to pull away. Instead he tried to relax, to let the man's fingers explore more easily and freely. It did hurt some but it also felt really good. he was also aware that his penis was again trying to grow in its cage. Sensations of pleasure, pain and arousal seemed to be coming at his brain from every direction. "Yeah" said the man, "you just relax - let old Jerome inspect his new fucktoy." Jordyn did just that - felt the pleasure grow and absorb the pain. Felt the pleasure start to be the new reality. The man's free hand reached under him and found Jordyn's right nipple, hard as diamond with his arousal. Rough dark fingers grasped the pale flesh, mercilessly tugged and then squeezed it. Sharp lancing pain made the young man gasp even as he realised that it only made his arousal grow. The man's fingers moved in his new boy pussy, playing Jordyn like a musical instrument. Old Jerome had broken in a lot of young faggots. He knew what he had to do. His long fingers found the dumb little slut's fag button and exerted some gentle pressure. It didn't take long. "Oh my God!" Jordyn howled into the night as he felt his brain seem to explode and his legs shake uncontrollably. The man held him in place even as Jordyn felt his caged penis cum a long stream of weak boifag jizz down onto the cracked concrete. "Oh my fucking God." Jerome didn't let up on the little fag till he was real sure the boi had got the point but finally he asked, "Ever felt like that before?" "No sir," admitted Jordyn, his face still flushed. "Like I said - your clitty ain't worth shit. For fags like you the hole is where all the action is. You got that boi?" "Yes sir," said Jordyn. "Right - we got a little business to do next. Put these on and get in the car." He reached in his pocket and tossed to Jordyn a pair of pink frilly girl's panties. Jordyn pulled them on and admired the way his new cage made them look just right on him. He knew he really should be headed home but the man, who'd called himself Jerome, was holding open the door of a Lexus. Jordyn took a step towards the open door. "You ain't gonna put your pants on?" There was a certain humor in the man's voice but his smile was no warmer than previously. Jordyn rushed to pull on his pants and then scuttled across to get in the car. "Dumb little faggot," said Jerome as he ruffled the femboy's hair before closing the door and walking round to the driver's seat. They had places to go and people to see.

I will never watch that garbage show. I played hockey when I was young, and I guarantee you that there are no gays playing ice hockey. And I guarantee you that every fucking guy playing hockey is a bully who hates fags. Pretending otherwise makes my blood boil. Pretending that they're like us, when in fact, they're the one beat us up.

Whatever a top wants to call it is fine with me. I refer to it as my fuckhole. But as others have said, all that matters is he fucks me and fills me. If the top enjoys using other derogatory terms, well he is the top, he is in charge.

Being a pig bottom that started getting bred in my early teens I think I should weigh in on this one. lol. My first “relationship” was with my step dad. It’s a long story but I was 13. He is hung. 9” and thick. When he started breeding me I was not aware that he was larger than normal. I just thought I was undersized. He showed me what it truly was to bottom. Because of the time it took to break me in I thought all tops were hung and this is what it was to bottom. Needless to say I took to it well and became insatiable. By the time I went to college and met my second long term relationship I had certain expectations. Lucky for me he was even bigger than my dad. So for the first 9 or 10 years of my sexual experience I was bred by very large cocked men. Now that I have had literally thousands of men inside me I can say with confidence it was worth it. I owe being a sloppy pig bottom to some special big dicked tops.

Yes It Is.

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