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Yeah, that's OCD. OCD sounds like a bad thing but that depends. It could be some benign behavior or it could be physically or emotionally damaging. If you want to stop, your doc can probably help either with meds or CBT (no, not THAT CBT) 🙂

Chapter 11 - New Game, New Rules That night he dreamed a new dream. He dreamed of Jerome. Jordyn was helpless, he wasn't sure if he was tied or not but he knew that he could not move or even make the decision to move. Jerome stood in front of him naked. His Big Black Cock was hard, beautiful but awesomely menacing. Potent with charged poz seed. There was a noise of voices behind him, male voices, but try as he might Jordyn could not see how many men were out there in the darkness. All he could tell from their voices was that they were coming closer. "About your last chance to use your brains here you dumb little faggot. Say the word and I'll take you home." Jordyn didn't know if he wanted to say the word, didn't know what the word was that he was meant to say even if he had done. He felt confusion and then in dream-logic realised that he was gagged, felt the plastic ball against his teeth. He couldn't speak even if he wanted to. Jordyn felt a warm flood of relief and pleasure surge through his whole body. He didn't have to worry about anything. His Owner would make sure that he got just what he wanted and deserved and that felt so good. So natural. So right. *** The lies were coming easier and easier. Cashing in on the years of being a good boy, exploiting their belief that they had successfully moulded him in their desired image. This time it had been that he had a study break today. He knew that he had to stay home. If he went out and his parents got back before him and found an unidentified letter addressed to him then they would open it - he knew that. He didn't want them to find out the truth that way. Especially after what he had been sent on his phone that morning. It was a video. Just a couple of minutes long, a montage of scenes. First there was himself leaving his house and getting into his car. Next he was talking to a couple of fellow students under the large sign of his Christian College. Then there was a grainy scene of himself on his knees on the asphalt behind the porn store. It looked like security cam footage and it looked like he was sucking the cock of the unidentifiable man there with him. He hadn't been but that didn't matter - it looked like he was. The last of the clips making up the montage was much clearer, much less explainable. Jordyn was front and center, naked and lying on a bed holding his legs up to expose his hole. The words of Jerome and his own answers came through the speakers. "Tell me what you want boy." "I want you to fuck me sir." A slight hesitation. "I want you to fuck me and breed me sir. I want you to knock me up." "Acting like a young man who needs to be turned out. You know what 'turned out' means fagboy?" "Yes sir. Please turn me out sir - give me or sell me to your friends. I want to be your boifag whore." Then a dark screen and a familiar voice. "You heard what the dumb little slut asked for. He's called Jordyn Myers but he's gonna be BoiFagBarbie. At the moment that hole is cherry and neg but it won't be for long. Those interested in getting the job done right well you know who to contact." That was all there was. He saw the clip had been sent to him and also to a group. How many contacts were in that group? How many people had seen that video? It was undeniable that it was him on the screen, his voice begging to be fucked and bred. What if someone he knew saw it? It would be perfect. The realization was sudden and stark. It was what needed to happen - but not yet. He hadn't earned it yet - but he would soon. Once his parents were out of the house he set to doing his exercises as Spice had directed. He wore some of the clothing that she had supplied him. Nothing ridiculously sissy but certainly faggy enough. Making him feel so good and so much more himself as he worked through his repetitions. The squats, bridges, leg lifts and more. Working on his core strength while leaving any possible muscle build up to his rear end alone. Firming and toning his bubble butt. He filmed himself all the way through and then sent it to Jerome. Perhaps he would cut some into the next video he sent out. Jordyn wanted the men to know just how hard he was working to make himself ready for them. Talking of which - he found his lube and the smallest of the toys Spice had given him. He explored his hole first with his fingers and then with the toy. All the while making sure he was front and center of his phone's camera lens. He was the star of this little show, finding positions where his face was visible, the motions of the toy into his hole matched by the little flapping movements of his balls and his cage. It felt less than great at first but he soon got into the rhythmn. He felt brave and switched up to the next largest toy. That was stretching him a little much and he began to gasp and pant with the sensations flowing through him. He began to chant words, almost unconsciously, as he fucked himself. "I need poz cock, I need poz cock, I need poz cock..." Kept saying the words, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed, as he built to his sissy-gasm, the cum dribbling out of his cage. He took a moment to get his breath and then glanced at the other, larger, toys Spice had sent him. He wasn't ready for them yet but he had time and soon he would be. He needed to take them all. So he would be ready for the men. So he would not embarrass his Owner. That clip was sent off to Jerome too. The postal delivery arrived but there was nothing for him. He was disappointed but it sort of made sense. There hadn't been much time for Jerome to get something in the post. Jordyn tried to get on with something but it was impossible - his mind was with Jerome, with the men watching his video. Would they be interested? How many? had they done this before and how often? He thought he knew the answers to all of those questions and they were incredibly exciting but also starkly terrifying. This was out of his own control now and he knew it. If he needed reminding then he had the large bruise on his butt cheek. You could just about make out the fingers. There was no bruise on his face despite the slap he had received there. That might have been luck but Jordyn didn't think so. He understood that his Owner had known just what he was doing. Jordyn had sorted himself something to eat before he glanced out onto the road and saw they had more mail. He immediately knew what had happened. His rules had been hand-delivered. Going out he found the envelope marked 'Jordyn BFB'. It was as well he had stayed home. That would surely have enticed his mother into opening it. She was every bit as nosey as she was puritanical. She also never failed to devise an 'appropriate' reason to justify her snooping. Anyway he opened it and read the covering note. 'You say your prayers boy? Well now you say these rules at least three times a day, more when you can. Video yourself each time and send each recording to me. J.' The rules were on another sheet of paper. Jordyn set his phone to record and then began to read them out loud. '1) My birth name is Jordan Myers. I now spell it J-O-R-D-Y-N at all times. My true identity is BoiFagBarbie and I am the property of Master Jerome.' '2) As the property of Master Jerome I will obey him in all things.' '3) As the property of Master Jerome I do not need to think. All important decisions will be made by Master Jerome and I will comply willingly without protest, argument or excuse.' '4) As the property of Master Jerome my body, my mouth and my boi pussy all belong to Master Jerome. To enjoy and to exploit as he and he alone decides.' '5) As the property of Master Jerome I will always appear at my best when in his presence or in the presence of his associates or clients, I will keep my body perfectly shaved and smooth. I will wear makeup as Master Jerome prefers and directs. If Master Jerome requires me to adjust my appearance I will do so without argument or protest. I understand that my appearance is important only in as much as it pleases Master Jerome.' '6) As the property of Master Jerome I will always dress to be at my most attractive and faggy when in his presence or in the presence of his associates or clients. When he orders me to wear a certain outfit I will wear it. When he dislikes any of my clothing I will destroy it. However he wishes me to dress I will do so without discussion or hesitation. I understand that my look and my body are of worth only in so much as they please Master Jerome.' '7) As the property of Master Jerome I will be available for his pleasure at any time and in any place he sees fit to use me. I will always make sure I am fresh and clean and prepared for whatever use he chooses to make of me.' '8) As the property of Master Jerome I will be available for the use of others at his discretion. I understand that as his property I will serve to the best of my abilities whoever Master Jerome lends or rents me to.' '9) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that the duration of his ownership will be decided by Master Jerome and only by Master Jerome My commitment to him is permanent and unlimited and cannot be ended other than by Master Jerome himself.' '10) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that I must obey all current rules without hesitation or limitation. I also understand that I must follow any further additional rules dictated by Master Jerome whatever their nature and content. I understand that any and all rules, whatever their nature and potential consequences, are designed to fulfil my sole purpose - the bringing of pleasure and / or profit to Master Jerome.' '11) As the property of Master Jerome I understand any major breach of the rules or repeated minor breach of the rules on my part will be taken as proof that I am unworthy to be the property of Master Jerome. I understand that being owned by Master Jerome is a privilege and not a right.' '12) As the property of Master Jerome I waive all rights to potential or possible future legal redress against Master Jerome or any associate of Master Jerome or any future owner to whom Master Jerome may hand me on or sell me.' '13) As the property of Master Jerome and understanding the full possible consequences of such I, JORDYN MYERS, unequivocally grant my unlimited consent to all and any actions, activities or consequences arising from my said status. I do so in the full knowledge that whenever my interests and the interests of Master Jerome conflict then the latter will always take precedence.' '14) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that any decision to pierce or permanently mark my body will be left solely to Master Jerome. When he decides to mark me he will chose the designs and locations of all such permanent markings.' '15) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that the use of all recreational and PNP drugs will be solely at the discretion of Master Jerome. I will not use without his permission. Should Master Jerome decide the use of such materials is appropriate then I will follow his directions without hesitation since my sole purpose is to be the best possible boi pussy for Master Jerome.' '16) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that men want to fuck my boi pussy bare. No condoms will ever be used in any circumstances.' '17) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that I exist solely for the pleasure of Master Jerome and those he lends or rents me to. No load of cum will ever be refused and I will never ask a man to pull out of my boi pussy under any circumstances. I will be used and will take all cum where and as Master Jerome orders or as those he lends or rents me to may desire.' '18) As the property of Master Jerome I understand that the decision for me to go onto PrEP or any other protection against infection with HIV is an important decision and so will be left solely to Master Jerome. I understand that Master Jerome's experience and status make him far better qualified to judge my needs and best interests in such matters. I further understand that Master Jerome has never yet felt such protection appropriate for his boi fags.' '19) I understand that Master Jerome orders me to be a true femboy and I also understand what that means - 19a) A true femboy's destiny is to be owned by real men. 19b) A true femboy's destiny is be a fucked up little slut. 19c) A true femboy's destiny is to be turned out. 19d) A true femboy's destiny is to take poz cum. 19e) A true femboy's destiny is to get knocked up. 19f) A true femboy's destiny is to be ruined for his Master's pleasure in all of the above ways and also in any other ways his Master decides may please his Master or his friends.' '20) I am Jordyn Myers - spelled J-O-R-D-Y-N - and I am BoiFagBarbie and I am a true femboy. I welcome all of my destiny. Please make it happen Master Jerome.' His throat was dry when he finished reciting it. The process of sight-reading had almost meant the words had flowed through his mind without him totally comprehending them but he had understood enough. Especially that last part. There was a notification from his phone and he saw an emoji indicating approval from that certain number. He felt a thrill of pride and realised his little pink clitty was once again pressing hard against the unyielding surface of his cage. There was a second copy of the rules enclosed with a place for his signature. Before he could re-read the rules, before the poor defeated self-protecting side of his brain could raise any protests, Jordyn had signed the second copy and placed it in the envelope. He put it into his bag and dropped it off at the porn store the following day. As time passed, as he chanted all of those words three times daily into his phone through four solid weeks, the nature of the little ritual changed. Firstly, he came to recognise the importance, the meaning and the weight of every single word. Secondly, he memorised those words until he didn't need the paper any more. He could chant that litany wherever and whenever he had a few moments. He didn't stop at only three times a day. If he had the chance he would chant it more - five, six, seven times as the opportunities arose. That seventh recital received the usual emoji in response but also a few precious words from Jordyn's Owner. "Dumb little sluts get what they deserve. The plans are in progress." There was that thrill of fear through his now honed and trained body but following on behind was the huge rush of sexual excitement. The combination that Jordyn felt might be better than any drug, Not that he knew much about drugs. Coming from his family he had seldom even drunk a glass of wine. At first the rule about drugs concerned him - just as when that old bastard on the forum had wanted to get him hooked on meth. With time though the concern quickly faded. His Master knew so much more about such things and besides when his Master wanted something... '2) As the property of Master Jerome I will obey him in all things.' All of those readings also had a more subtle effect. He knew the words by heart and with each recital he steadily came to understand that they weren't mere words. They were instead a rendition of how things really were. You couldn't question them any more than you questioned the sunrise or the sunset. They were just how it was in the new world he was exploring. Just as in his head space he was now Jordyn and not Jordan so he knew that he was really BoiFagBarbie and that BoiFagBarbie followed the rules without question, hesitation or indeed any need for thought at all. All of them and to the letter. That settled matters and he stopped worrying about such things. It was all quite simple. Master Jerome would decide and his BoiFagBarbie would obey. That was how it was and that was how it was meant to be.

I've been rejected because we hooked up before and they only do it once with the same person. I looked too young, too petite or not hairy. Met a guy that once he saw me in person claimed the pics I sent him weren't mine. Couple times I've had guys tell me over grindr that they can find better and few hours later come back begging to let them use my holes. Once I rejected a guy because he lied about his age. He claimed he was mid 50s but when he showed up he was much older and that was a complete turnoff. I've also rejected guys because they are just flat out stupid and behave like a child. I had a top that fucked me so good but one time he made me douche and stood me up. I gave him a second chance and he stood me up again. He reached out again and when I confronted him he became aggresive and defensive. He reached out multiple times after that but his attitude was such a turn off and I never saw him again. Similarly, I had a guy that was supposed to top but I made him cum from a bj. Right before he came he pushed my head and he spilled his load. I told him I wanted to swallow his load and he replied "that's nasty." Its been two years since then and he still reaches out to hook up again but his comment was such a turn off that I can't do it again. Don't make me do the job and deny me my reward...

I've enjoyed the themes of exposure and acceptance that the women in the story bring - they're young men, the parental figures in their life are going to become aware, and I like the way you had them accept and lean into it. While some may explicitly just reject any story mentioning females, it's /your/ art you're writing, and this entire story series hits on so many incredible themes that speak deeply to a lot of the desires many have - loss of control, submission, acceptance of the filthiest desires and the need to be corrupted. I've blown several loads thinking about Nigel getting buggered in the canal on a dirty mattress, ashamed to be discovered but unable to stop the series of men taking him, unable to deny what he's meant to be.

I sort of understand where he was coming from. I usually reject versatile guys because experience tells me they are closeted bottoms looking for someone to top them. I'm a switch and I enjoy being a bottom a lot. I've had too many "tops" that end up bend over with my cock balls deep. I enjoyed the experiences but is still disappointing since you get prepared and ready to bottom but doesn't happen. I don't mind it if they come for a bj and I end up topping them but if I'm ready to bottom then I want a load deep inside me. For this reason, I've learned to be selective for guys that identify as "strict top."

Damn I had to sit down and try to do the math. I mean its impossible to say. I started in my teens and have been going pretty steady. I cruise a lot and have a number of regular friends and buds that feed me. That has grown and shrunk at times. Its been almost 40 years and I would argue that even at 1 a week for 39 years that is over 2K horny cocks serviced. I would also argue that it is probably more than a 1 a week average but then when you think about how many different guys versus guys I have drained multiple times the number dwindles. That all said I wouldn't be surprised if it was around 500 guys maybe more. But I am sure I have broken the 2K mark for loads drained. 🙂 🏳️‍🌈🌈 -Blair

Damn i desire my Dad hudge ass so bad 💦

This is in no way meant to sound arrogant: I've had several guys chat me up, exchange nudes, lots of fantasy talk, but when it comes down to meeting to fuck they get cold feet because I'm "out of their league." I don't get it. First off, I'm not a porn star. Dadbod, average pecker, bearded, hairy. Standard issue middle-aged bear. The guys I'm chatting up are largely in the same category. Can't tell if they're just flakes who never intended to play in the first place and said it to be polite (or maybe they have a degradation kink, idk). It's frustrating. Cmon, daddy - get some self esteem and come put a baby in me!

That was an awesome Bathhouse experience. I always hope I get an experience just like this young guy did at the Bathhouse I go to. I'd say after that experience this guy is not going to ask anybody there to put a condom on. I know I certainly would not want a condom on any dick going in my ass.

Very much hot. I've always been hugely turned on by the feeling of being used, especially by men I'm not necessarily attracted to. There is something about the feeling of being debased for another man's pleasure that gets my precum flowing.

Several years ago a met a fugly top. His cock was okay but I just didn't find him attractive at all. I let him fuck me but I just couldn't look at him. So, now I like to blindfold myself in order to enjoy the cock and not worry about the looks. It also turns me on to know that if I see them on the street I won't know who they are but they would recognize me. I only care on whether I like their cock or not.

Fuckhell YEA KEEP ON GOING OSE YOUR MIND IS BEAUTIFUL AND YOUR WRITING IS EXQUISITE

I'd love for my first raw experience to be like this!

Ill b laidout on a huge blsnket naked on my knees u van finger looose lubed pussy or immediatly fuck ass or throat or both until u unload deep raw only neg on prep clean bring a friend latin arab etc my type

I totally agree. Romance and filth is fuckin hot @Vortexxx. And thank you to everyone who has commented. I really appreciate it. There is more to come!! 😉

A big dick can make up for a lot of ugly...

Every chapter is making me more inspired to find myself a real life ‘Rick’ who would corrupt an older guy such as myself and make me truly feral. As ever, great writing @mancoco, and thank you!

For every new chapter I need a raw cock to fire in me

Which sauna in Melbourne is the best to be breed at? Heading that way next weekend

Well I sent a message to this address...

What's with all the downvotes PublicFunGuy?