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Imagine you are gay and conscripted at the age of 18 for National Service. Being gay, you are assigned to 2 camps. Camp G (for Gay) and Camp BB. Upon reporting into Camp BB, all the recruits, whether top or bottoms, are all stripped, lined up in rows in a dark barrack with only slow fan circulating, and chained down in either doggy position or suspended on slings, with their raw asses exposed. Then come the senior soldiers and those of higher ranks. The all pick a bottom or share a bottom and there they strip down naked, even their cocks are naked. Cannot wear condoms, except as a cock ring to reinforce the top's erection. With a choice of no lube, saliva or vaseline as lubes for their cocks and bottom's asses, the tops begin penetrating and tearing the hymen of all the recruits, be they tops or bottoms or virgins. Reason, to be a better top, you must experience good sex a bottom in order to deliver that level of quality and satisfaction when you fuck your future bottoms. Recruits are not to raise a single complain but embrace the raw cocks that penetrate and breed their asses over and over again. No, the bottoms cannot beg for the tops to put on condoms or apply lubricant or not cum and breed their assholes. They can only moan and try their best to enjoy their tops' raw penetration and pounding. No, the bottoms cannot ask about the HIV status of their tops. So what if the top is poz? You still have to be fucked raw and bred. Bareback is the way.. Bareback is the only way in this Camp BB. Recruits with Bigger cocks will then be given the choice to be trained into professional raw fuckers or join the bottoms soldiers. During National Bareback Service, horny Tops and Bottoms gather in the Dark Barrack to sweat it out from Friday night till Sunday afternoon as the bottoms try their very best to handle the assaults of the Raw Tops. And the Top soldiers are obliged to exercise to keep their bodies muscular or stocky muscular, and maintain at least 80% full erections of their raw penises during the National Bareback Service. Tops give (big hard thick cocks), Bottoms receive the raw cocks and the cumloads (poz or not). Bottoms' asses that turn sore during these National Bareback Services cannot stop but continue to receive the raw fuckings to the best of their abilities. Likewise for Tops. No, tireness is not an excuse to stop. And even if your cock is sore from fucking raw intensely, you still have to continue on. Remember Tops, there are always hungry itchy bottom asses that crave for another hard raw cock to penetrate, screw and breed them. And remember Bottoms, there are always horny Tops in search for raw holes to relieve the itchiness on their cocks.

I’m lying belly down, ass up, on a queen bed in a hotel room in Louisville on a Monday night. A 30-year-old guy just left after fucking my ass in very competent style for a man calling himself a Versatile Bottom. I said as much to him before he left. He came hard inside me; I can tell by the way their bodies move and by the sounds they make when their climax is strong. His load had volume, too, because some of it spilled out onto the bed cover even though he shot buried deep inside my cunt. I never actually saw his cock, as he wanted anonymity, but I felt its size. I knew it was above average at least because he tried to double-penetrate me with my large dildo, and I couldn’t quite accommodate him. When he fucked me himself, I felt every plunge, every thrust, all attempting to meet his natural mandate to fill the vessel of my flesh with his own. There was a time, it seems like years ago now, when such a coupling as he just gave me would have filled me with a lasting sense of completion that would have lingered for weeks, if not months. Now, however, that man’s excellent fuck has not only failed to fill the void within me, it seems to have made me even more hollow. Clearly, this is not the way sex is supposed to be. This has all the characteristics of an addiction - needing more and more of the thing to get the same effect, until at last it no longer has any effect at all. Worse, the thing may begin paradoxically to generate the very need it was intended to meet. I cannot seem to get enough cock anymore; my sense of self-value, at least from a sexual perspective, is now bound to my ability to provide satisfaction to other men in transitory and, of themselves, hollow encounters, and as the physical imprint of each one becomes less and less lasting, so much moreso does the psychological imprint become more and more ephemeral. In a sense, it’s as though all those cocks are indeed reaming me out on the inside. I don’t know how to reverse this. I only know that I need more cock, and soon I will need it in quantities I cannot reasonably expect to obtain. I already harbor thoughts of placing myself in situations where I could fall prey to cruel, evil men, simply out of the hope that their chosen form of abuse would coincide with my need. My rational mind recognizes that I must find a way to quell the hollow hunger of my flesh before it consumes me completely, but right now, the hunger is very, very strong. A man is coming to fuck me. I hope he fucks me brutally, without mercy, for a long time - perhaps that will fill the hollow just a bit... at least, until he’s finished, and I’m hollow again.