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    His name

    By otebbtop,

    I could see a combination of wild excitement and fear in his face as I calmly and cruelly said "I could crush your balls and pop them like nuts in my hand," pausing before completing with "boy." He was powerless to move, not by physical restraint but completely under my control - appearing in a trance. It wasn't terror that made him mine, it was lust.
    It begun a short time earlier as a chat on a hookup site, but it wasn't our first play - just the first when we would have more time than previously - enough time to allow him a glimpse into my darker side.
    "Do as you have been instructed...boy."
    Arrived - flashlight - suruptitiously. I had forgotten the light in the car - "remain here."
    I don't know what was in the bag, it was never opened.
    Truck play "You've got a very nice back boy" I wouldn't know, i've never seen pictures of it swat.
    Backing up to him - responding with "Not necessarily"
    "But, one of my other boys loves to fuck me. The first time he did he told me he didn't know if he would be allowed. He asked for permission to cum inside me."
    "i've never been fucked by someone wearing jewelry," I observed to which he responded "That's hot."
    I leaned forward onto the seat of the truck, just as he had earlier. Looking back over my right shoulder, I pointed to the folding chair next to the truck that I had set as a make shift table, and said "Grab that crisco...and, use plenty of it!" He liberally applied the grease to his ringed cock and swiped it onto my ass.
    He came forward to mount, just as I had done. The ring and head of his leaking cock entering me slowly against my involuntary resistance. He had not packed crisco into me, but onto, and unsure how aggressively to continue, he paused. I took the opportunity for a bit of a repositioning, but this was not the time for this activity...I stepped forward, turning his back to the truck with me facing him. I squatted slightly reaching between my legs to feel my ass and said "I feel like i have a sloppy hole."
    He said "You don't." I acknowledged that I knew I didn't, but the grease made it feel that way. I turned my back...pressing against him. He apologized for not fucking me...I just grinned and said "we're going to imagine that you raped my ass, and that it was left bleeding and dripping cum."
    on he was authorized to he may have been
    "Breed me" he requested from his position bent forward into the truck. I swatted his ass without reminding him that he had forgotten to add "Sir" to the request. But this was being forgiven by me - he had already demonstrated proper respect.
    Leaning backward against the truck, I continued to enjoy my relentless torture of his cock and balls while I spoke to told him, giving him little time for any response other than to dance in pleasure and pain. "i'll breed you and own your hole boy....I believe I already may...Is that correct boy? I'm certain I do in fact own you boy. Have I not bred you before with my charged cum?"
    With enough time for a "Yes Sir" I continued "I own many holes...breeding boys, as I do. Since I already own you, my toxic seed will not be foreign to your hole. When I breed a boy, he becomes mine and remains mine...always."
    On the floor boy
    I returned him to the place from which I had retrieved him. Exiting the vehicle he appropriately said "Thank you...Sir"
  6. otebbtop
    I've been pretty much out of the group scene since Flex Columbus closed about 4 years ago. Last night, I decided to check out Club Columbus - I had been there one time about 15 years ago and at that time, I wasn't impressed. It was too brightly lit and lacked the sleazy factor that it had when it was in its former location (which also happens to have been the same location that ultimately housed Flex.
    So, anywho....I didn't go until very late, arriving about 12:30am. I had already assumed it was not going to be that busy but that it would me my opportunity to become familiar with the layout, and if nothing else - have a “spa experience” and swim.
    I had already been there for a couple of hours and nothing happening...me being on my unique approach to a time schedule, two of the guys that did peak my interest had to check out. It was around 2am when I went out on the deck and sat talking with the attendant. He was subtly letting me know that he'd be paying me a visit in my room were he not working. Three guys suddenly appeared from what I thought was a fence (since 1-it was dark, and 2-I wasn't wearing my glasses). He then mentioned the "back sling" as the place that they were coming from, and also mentioned the sling in the “dark room"
    I had spent my time first in the shower, then the sauna, then the hot tub, then the pool, back to shower, then in my room...so, I hadn't explored far enough to find the rooms behind the black curtains. This “dark room” the attendant spoke of was maze-like, with a couple of red lights - the atmosphere dim, but not black-out...it achieved its effect.
    Entering through the “east” door to the room to your right there are three stalls with glory holes (two with doors and the middle open on one side. Immediately backing up to these are three more stalls – all with doors, and one with higher and lower walls and a larger door – this was the most private of the booths. Further into the dark room is a large room with risers facing a large St. Andrew's Cross and an open but still separated area with a sling. The other “curtained” room was a TV room, actually rather brightly lit by the two screens of porn.
    As for the people, I quickly recognized one from my flex days which made these new surroundings seem a little less foreign. The shower is surrounded by a short wall of glass block, separating it from the built in jacuzzi area (I would prefer a shower that is a little more brightly lit than this one, and later found one in the back of the club). While I showered, there was one guy that was in the jacuzzi, who exited and also began to shower. I was in there to get clean, but I attempted in my assertive way to be friendly and start conversation but he didn't seem interested. He was in his mid-late 30's, attractive and nicely built, but as a very good friend often quipped “I wouldn't cross the street for him.”
    Finished my first shower and took a brief dip in the jacuzzi, it is deep with steps leading down to it. It's a large built-in, not big enough for laps, but “swim-able” Stayed in for a minute, then decided to go check out the pool. Off of the shower/jacuzzi room, the door opens to a canopied terrace, lighted with festive colored bulbs running the length of the deck and having some covered seating, and then there is a large deck with dozens of lounges surrounding their outdoor pool, lighted in rotating color at one end. There's a net across the middle of the pool. It was sprinkling a little bit, but I got into the water and it was nice and warm (unsure if it is heated or was warmed by several 90+ days we've had). Did a couple of laps – I really miss swimming and need to do it more.
    Time to check out everything else, so out of the pool, a quick rinse into the (very hot) sauna and back to my room to leather up a tad with a vest a thong and boots...my comfort attire. The guy in the next room was coming out just as I was fidgeting with the key to enter my room. I recognized him from an online site and recalled that at some point our paths had crossed, although apparently not sufficiently interesting to justify a repeat.
    I got dressed and proceeded to take an exploration. In my hallway, there was an open door about 5 rooms away – apparently the occupant was the cumdump (I thought i'd stop back to check him out later). In my later roaming, I would see another room, in another hall, with another cumdump. So with the limited number of patrons during my stay, there was adequate cumdump staffing.
    I, perhaps too often, use the phrase “don't get your panties in a wad.” Well, last night mine were – well actually it was my thong. A leather pouch with chain that goes from the balls up the crack and splits into two chains above to fasten the upper part of the pouch on each side. I like the thong, but I really need some replacement clips, they are difficult to maneuver. As I wore the thong for a while, kinks straightened out in the chain, loosening the fit and leaving me feeling like one of the boys from the hood “saggin” – which was not enjoyable.
    I had surveyed my surroundings so decided to return to my room to remove the thong, etc. and pay a visit to an area I had not yet been to – the steamroom. It's not a good idea to wear leather into a steamroom. Back in my room, removed the thong and then the guy from next door stopped in. He was friendly and we chatted for a bit.
    I asked him about the time and he said it was about 1:30 – time for him to think about heading home, so he offered that if I wanted a nice dick to suck I was welcome. Now, if he had whipped it out I might have but there was a hidden message that I wasn't picking up on. I would later figure out that what he was suggesting was that I follow him to the dark room (which at this time was still undiscovered territory to me). I told him that I was preparing to disrobe from the leather and check out the steamroom, so I wasn't rudely declining the offer...I left him the option to follow me there if he chose to. He did know this was my “first” visit.
    The steamroom is definitely steamy and hot (warm). I went into the anteroom where there is a bench and there was one guy. I couldn't make out any features (it is steamy) but I sat down and we chatted a little. The chat generated no interest on either part, but the conversation was cordial. He moved to the other part of the room and we even continued to chat. Even though he was no more than six feet away, I couldn't even see his outline. I was feeling overwhelmed by the heat so decided to make my exit.
    Back to my room, where I grabbed a smoke and headed to the pool deck, where I sat with the attendant, listening eagerly as he told of slings and dark rooms that I hadn't discovered (see above). His break being over I proceeded to explore these locations. As of yet, I wasn't in the dark room at the same time as anyone else. So headed back to my room for a little bit of a rest. A blond guy arrived from parts unknown and opened his door across the hall. His room was situated caddy-corner from mine so I could see right in (and he into mine). I watched him with his back to me for a moment, then he settled onto his bed. I made it obvious that I was “admiring,” although my admiration was short-lived. Although I really don't have a “type” - he wasn't it. He was mildly attractive but had no apparent affability – his ego would get no further stroking from me. He just crouched on his bed and concentrated on his laptop, so for the rest of the evening when faced with him, I just paid him no mind.
    I finally ran into one in the room with the cross, we engaged in a little light play and I (for whatever reason) invited him back to my room. This was surprising because there wasn't anything that enjoyable that we had gotten into. Got back to the room, attempted to play around a little, I handed him the poppers and he gooned. He was an ok guy, but there just wasn't any sexual spark so I thought it time to say adios amigo.
    There were a couple others strolling through the place, up and down halls and in and out of the dark room. Including one cute cub that I had a smoke with and discussed the “back sling” - he too had not been there in many years and I was quite willing to share the secrets I had discovered. He and I took a wander along the deck to the far side of the pool where a garden path leads to a gazebo containing a sling. He may have thought I was leading him there to delight (which I would have happily done) but the time wasn't right and the glare of the lights from the Burger King next door were blinding me in the spot in which I was standing. So headed back toward my room to refocus before beginning my own wanderings.
    And during these wanderings I kept running into the cub, each time subtly making my interest known. I returned to the dark room and was standing in the open sided middle stall as he was passing. He paused, near enough for me to reach forward and pet his chest. This invited him to step forward almost into the cubicle with me but not entirely – rather blocking entrance or exit. I bent over and began to lightly bite on his nips, which he obviously found to be enjoyable, as his cock began to get firm and I cupped his balls in my hand to discovered that they were huge...a real handful. I was thinking to myself how enjoyable to find this set of bullish balls which I knew were filled with cum.
    Actually, just wishing for more comfort, I asked if the cub if he would like to go back to my room. His response was that he “didn't know,” so instead I put my hand on the back of his head and neck and lightly pulled it forward to my chest. He understood from this that I desired attention for my tits. He began to chew firm and I was grunting and moaning quickly. From my reaction he quickly realized that this would result in me presenting hard wood.
    I kneeled down to give him some oral action, at which I am an expert and master, and in no time, he was grabbing my ears for leverage to fuck my throat. I took only a short break for attention to his balls, licking to both on the sides and beneath, taking them into my mouth cautiously and suckling. I returned his cock to my mouth, bending my head slightly to look upward from my kneeling position to see that his head was thrown back ecstatically. He looked down for a moment at me gazing upward, pulled his cock out of my mouth (which really was not necessary btw) and his cock began to spray hot cum onto my chest, running down my belly with some of the spurts dropping directly onto my leg, cock and balls. I hated to “waste” this semen, but this spraying did feel really good. I looked up at him and began to rub his cum into my skin. I was getting a cramp, so up I stood to notice that we had company in the hallway and a cock pointing eagerly toward us...well, actually, at me.
    OK, I thought, I'll assume the role of oral cock pig—returning to my knees. My cub was still partially blocking the doorway, so this new cock was impeded but not deterred. I began to suck a little, but something just wasn't right this cock was odd. It felt like rubber – not covered in rubber – it felt like a spongy rubber dick in my mouth. Well, this just wasn't going to do, I felt it time for me to make a hasty exit back to my room.
    Sitting on the bed, my cub popped by my room and I quickly closed the door behind him (to close off view of the guy across the hall...still on his laptop). Cub was spent but had stopped to tell me how much he had enjoyed our romp, and I returned the sentiments by thanking him for the cum moisturizer treatment. It was now 4 am, and I told him that I was bushed and ready for bed so was gonna take off and hoped to run into him again.
    Thinking back to him declining the earlier invite back to my room I hypothesize that there are a couple possible reasons.

    He enjoyed having an audience, or
    He didn't believe my “i've never been here before” thinking that since I invited him back to the room somewhat quickly that I may have been one of the local cumdumps.

    I have fantasized of being cumdump du jour, and there have been a couple of times during my days at Flex when I've taken multiple (under 5) loads in my ass. My all time record for pigging out on cock and feasting on loads was several years ago – the place was Fritz the Cat adult bookstore in Dallas Pike, WV and the overall count was 22 down the hatch (and 2 raw loads up my ass).
  8. otebbtop
    What I look for in porn...basically a nasty man to enjoy hot sex with.
    Unstaged — gratifying yourself, being gratified or gratifying others. Groups enjoying each other are hot.
    Hot men — turned on by all kinds of masculine men. Guys next door, truckers, farmers, cops, military, businessmen.
    Sound — sex sounds, grunts, groans and heavy breathing � not overlayed with a track of music — cum splashing and gagging on a huge cock down your throat. Background music is ok if it doesn"t overpower the action. Love nasty men telling tell me what they"d like to be doing, how good they"re feeling or about something hot they"ve done or plan to do.
    Cum — otherwise, what"s the point. Too bad so much cum is wasted, someone would love to have it on them or in them.
    Throating — deep cock-fucking throats.
    Tearooms, glory holes and understall action in risky places and adult video booths.
    Sexy gear, underwear, long johns and union suits, leather.
    Boot, sneaker, sock and foot lovers, particularly inhaling their scent.
    Worship of cock, balls, pits, ass and feet.
    Sluts that take multiple loads down their throat or deep into their hungry hole.
    Plump, fuckable asses with sweet holes, creampies.
    Seeing your face. Want to see the lust in your eyes, although the power coming from cock on some guys is enough.
    Roleplaying, love to explore fantasies and make them reality.
    Porn that is more than a few seconds or 2 minutes long.
  10. otebbtop

    Chaser Review

    By otebbtop,

    I watched this movie, which was actually under 15 minutes. I agree with the sentiments of others that "Chaser" does not fit the film.
    The scene at the end can be interpreted a couple of different ways.
    Clearly, the doorman admired the main character but, did he admire him because he found him attractive? wanted to be like hiim having this connection to so many others? the doorman had participated and enjoyed the sexual experience with him so much that he wanted more - even to the point of wanting some type of relationship.
    The main character liked the doorman. Did he see him as being smart, funny/cheerful, intelligent or oddly interesting? The main character wasn't eager to take him up on his offer of coffee, but he wasn't dismissive either. (he is portrayed in this way) but was interested in nothing more than a casual acquaintance?
  11. otebbtop
    Had a guy ("E") that i used to play with often before I knew my status. He was going through a divorce and we met on one of those telephone chat lines when he responded to an add my partner and I had put on for 3somes. I was first to fuck him and since I've never been a rubber wearer, I would always fuck bare and pull out. His cock was not large but it was very hard and eager for attention - i was always happy to deepthroat him and that drove him wild. I gave him the same attention that I would give a 9" stud and loved his cum-for some reason even more so knowing he had fathered 3 boys. I trained his delicious ass well - I would eat it and he'd be squirming and backing up to take me inside him.
    After my partner and I split, "E" and I continued to see each other. My partner even vindictively phoned his wife to let her know what was going on between us. Regardless, "E" made it clear to me that he had fallen for me and was mine if i would have him after the divorce was final. After a 12 year relationship I really wasn't interested in being tied down and just wanted to be a single at the time.
    I moved to another side of town and we continued to see each other but less frequently. He was working much more and I would hear from him about every 2-3 months when he was wanting some play (usually asking if he could stop by "to see me" on his way home from work an hour or two later). I never told him no, but I was playing the field and he knew it. When we did get together, we still had a great time and even took a couple of weekend trips together. This was really the only time in my life that I had ever "dated" different guys.
    A few months later, I was diagnosed because of an infection. I told him and he still came by to spend time with me but obviously I was not up for play. Months later though, I was doing fine and he and I picked up where we left off - from my perspective we were friends with benefits. I now had a new group of playmates - all of them were poz and were fucking each other and swapping loads.
    My next sexual encounter with "E" started much as it always had - before long my face buried in that plump hairy ass of his. But wait, I thought, I couldn't fuck him any longer he knows i'm poz! But he was squirming and began sliding face down to position himself under me, making it clear he needed my cock. I obliged - thinking i would fuck until it was time to cum and pull out. I loved his tight warm hole as always and he could tell from my breathing that I was reaching climax. I was always very good with judging when to pull out, but about 3" inches of my cock was still inside of him as I began to spill my (now toxic) seed - I pulled out as quickly as possible but there was definitely venom that had spilt into him. Neither of us said nothing, but i knew and could tell he knew.
    I didn't intend to do it, but he put me at ease by rolling onto his back curled up next to me on the bed and we began kissing so deep that it was breath exchange. He began to jack his cock, cuddling with my arms around him and laying halfway across my lap with his hairy ass tucked against my softening cock. When he reached the point he was ready to cum, i quickly got my arm from under him bent over to drink his cum as he pumped. We kissed and cuddled some more as we drifted off.
    We saw each other less and less frequently after that and we never spoke of it. I usually see and talk with him briefly at a local annual festival - he has a partner, is doing well and seems to be happy. I think that even after all these years if we had a discrete opportunity we'd be fucking.
  12. otebbtop

    My Gifting

    By otebbtop,

    It was 1990 and I was seeing a guy but we didn't live together (he was in the middle of leaving his partner in a very ugly split). I had a roommate that was a bathhouse whore. Followed his guidance and went to the bathhouse on weekend when I was unable to see my guy. I never told him, but years later when we were actually living together we went to the baths together every chance we got. In fact, he loved me being a whore...he just wanted to control my activities more than I felt was necessary (another story). But, at that time, having just split from a partner with AIDS, i would never have knowingly even considered playing with someone that was poz.
    The one bathhouse attendant and I got to be close and were attracted to each other. We spent down time talking and playing video games. When his shift was over, he came by the open door to my room and was quite welcome to come in--it wasn't our first session. We enjoyed playing together - our cocks were pretty much equal in size and both of us were versatile.
    I would BB guys at the club (back then, IT was called Club Columbus) but I did not cum in them and would allow them to BB me with the same expectation. The attendant and I would switch off fucks and that night/early morning ended with him fucking me. We were resting for a bit until my room time was up, i'd go home and see him the next weekend.
    I checked out (he was able to just stay in the room since he worked there and would be on duty again in a couple of hours cleaning the facility). I went home to discover Dean's creamy jizz leaking from my ass. I panicked and started douching frantically and told myself things would be ok. Medical professionals would say later that probably made infection easier).
    Years later, when i was diagnosed, i thought back and realized that-although perhaps unintentionally-Dean had bred me. Reflecting on my status after diagnosis with AIDS (High VL & Low Tcells), and the circumstances under which it happened, I was glad it was Dean. Our sex was amazing and we had a deep connection to each other in that moment.
    The Fuck Flu - yeah, i had it. And from the same bath house i would also later have gonorrhea and Hepatitis A from rimming the hottest guy in the place for hours one night (about 1995).
    I saw Dean working at a big box store about 5 or 6 years ago. I'm not sure if he recognized me. I considered going back to ask him for a recharge.
  17. otebbtop
    My first attempt at a blog...
    Recently have had an ongoing long distance chat with a guy on BBRT
    He confessed that he is neg and is seeking to be bred - asking of my willingness to seed him. He inquired on whether he would likely become + from my seed and I told him I really couldn't say because I haven't had a measure of VL in some time.
    Between my "difficult to arrange hookups" schedule and him being in the southern US if we were able to manage to meet, I could only say that if the chemistry were such that i gifted my DNA to him, there could be conversion. I've barebacked many, and vice versa, but not just any.
    I was struck by his appreciation for my willingness to chat with him...in spite of his status as a neg chaser. As I say in my profile, i'm nonjudgmental.
    He told me of his weekend plans for a hotel room where he was arranging to take anonymous loads and had arranged with an unmedicated +top to use him as a cum dump and that he was planning to video his breeding. When I asked him how he was going to share his video, he told me of this site as one possible outlet.

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