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It depends on the top(s) and the bottom, but I would really think it would be a willingness (or even a desire) to breed the hole again (at a different time and/or place).

A looooong time ago, I went to my first gay bar - very nervous. I met a couple there (maile/female) - being just very naive, I assumed they were gay since they were in a gay bar. They gave me their number and asked me to give them a call (I was assuming I would be calling him). They were from a town not too far away from me, and one where a university I was considering was located. So I decided to go and check the university out and could visit them. I got there and called - got her. They had an apartment I would later discover they kept to meet up in. I was shocked to learn that they were bi and that I was dessert. I had never had sex with a female before and really don't recall much about it (and don't want to think too much on it..)but, she did all the work and then he joined in. The interaction between he and I was really limited to doubling on her. They asked that I call when I got settled into the university. Fast forward a couple of months...I moved into the dorm and gave them a call with no intentions of a repeat (I, after all was NOT bi). Talked for a little while, went on about business. A day or two later, I got a call from him asking that I meet him at the apartment, which was very near the dorm. I did and he wanted to spend the night with me. I found him to be very attractive so I jumped at the chance, not at all knowing what to expect. I don't remember what all we did but I vividly remember that he had resolved that he wanted to blow me - to completion - and swallow. When it was time I asked if he was certain this was his desire and he confirmed. He promptly rushed to the bath and puked. He did get over it and I saw him a few more times in the 3 or 4 years I was in town. I also met up with them as a pair one other time - and I was very drunk.

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"

I"m much more willing to adapt to a situation than to a person. A bottom with bad breath can be remedied with a mint, listerine or just kept munching on ass. A bottom with a bad attitude - judge whether he's of sufficient value to train. If yes, adjust his "outlook." If no, replace it.

In case it hasn't already been added - Ultimatums. Bottoms that demand you fuck them. "I'm not here for your entertainment." - P!nk

Reminds me of something I observed last night at the club. One of the more attractive guys that was there - at first seemed shy and aloof. Then walked into the sauna (I was cold) - he was fooling around with a guy that was apparently fine to play with until he was "exposed" for doing so. I didn't give a flying damn - to each his own, i'm not judgmental. Later I observed him coming from the back sling, which is sorta buried out in the garden - he was doing the walk of shame with the appearance to me that some of the guys he had just been playing with under this cover of darkness were beneath his standards. I would have played with him regardless of his standards. Well, i would have until his purse fell out of his ass.

Pot, meet kettle.

Again, exactly how did so many of our "total tops" end up with HIV? I don't think that all of them were IV drug users or getting dirty loads down their throat. 99% of the time i'm top. But whether top, versatile, or bottom - I'm with BearBandit...i'm picky.

Speaking of the nurses and patients - you being in the UK are so lucky to be able to have the show Getting On (the real one with Jo Brand). I was able to catch a few of the shows on youtube but they've since been taken down and the newer season(s) never went up. I really hate when great British shows are Americanized (Getting On, Being Human, some others).

BTW a later thought/question is how the concept of "breeding" or that a charged load "impregnates". I has seemed, at least to me, to move some into a body modification/dysmorphic behavior. Personally, fisting is something that I will do on occasion, depending on my partner. If I were suddenly confronted with exploding innards ("the rosebud" or more serious prolapse) I'd freak. I've seen a lot more guys that are engaged in this heavy duty play, some appearing to strive for their ass to appear more like the female reproductive organ. I suspect (without anything whatsoever to back it up) that there is a lot of heavy drug use involved. There are plenty of guys that call their ass their pussy or their cunt or boicunt or mancunt or whatever...doing so is likely to turn me off.

Until reading your post, I hadn't really pondered the "violence" of stealthing or pozzing. I can only offer "thoughts" Everyone has their own triggers, so there likely are some for whom this is a way of acting out violence, whether they are placed in the role of aggressor or victim. I think there are also those that get an emotional attachment from pozzing or stealthing. Pozzing - giving a part of ones self to another to carry or receiving a part of another to carry. Also aspects of this in some way permanently bonding the two, or that the load is mystical or magical...differing from a negative load. Stealthing - forcing (obvious violent undertone as aggressor) another to carry this part and exercising dominance over another. Being stealthed (victim of the violence) either submitting to the aggressor's dominance, or resisting but powerless to do otherwise (raped). And also the "no means yes" aspect that the aggressor is actually granting the victim's true desire, or the "victim" having the true desire but only able to fulfill by stealth "it's too late to turn back now." There's also the stealthing "victim" - seeking a carrier from whom they can take the seed (lying about status to get a charged load, when in fact they are negative).

I wrote about my first visit to Club Columbus on my blog. A sex story but also a description of the facility and what a newbie might expect when visiting. https://breeding.zone/entries/1255-My-Club-Columbus-Visit

These were allegedly the words to a country song. Someone can verify if they are so inclined! I recently had a hookup for play...when I arrived and we were getting undressed and starting to get into some preliminary activities, he began to lament that it was his birthday and that the night before "the love of his life" had utterly broken his heart. I wondered to myself whether this was "appropriate conversation for the dinner table" but questioned the length of time during which this (now, unrequited) love had manifested--two months was the answer. An eternity--I'm sure anyone would agree. Most recently met someone at the Club who proceeded to complain about their lack of enjoyment at the facility. Yet again, I found myself subjected to a sad tale of tainted love. This one was a bit more epic in length, being the broken-hearted man's second relationship of 10 years or more. I ended up in conversational role as therapist asking when this relationship had ended - two years prior. Now this, actually was "an eternity" ago and I told him the torch he was carrying really needed to be extinguished. Perhaps I should adopt the screenname of The Barebacking Psychoanalyst, as "How do I do that? We work together." and "The guy he's with now is really ugly." were two things he said during our chat. I asked what had prompted the end of the relationship and he responded that the partner didn't want to be involved with him anymore. "He's very mean" was the more precise response. I questioned whether the heartbreaker was "very mean" because he didn't want to continue the relationship, or because he was indeed heartless and cruel (that IS a rhetorical question). This was going nowhere, so I wished success to him...leaving him to continue lifting his flickering lamp beside his own golden door. Do YOU attract the lovelorn?

Not hard to imagine can make notes to the blog as it happens!

That awkward moment when you realize you've been here before t11

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).

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I also like to broaden the horizons Maybe more should start saying "versatile guys shall never be turned away"

Sorry, it's the difference between a Facebook "Page" and a "Friend" You can "follow" an individual without being a friend (even anonymously). In order to "follow" a Page, you have to like it (which shows up on your likes) There are some "individuals" that are really businesses (etc.) that were set up before Facebook made it much more difficult to set up for that purpose. So it's possible to "follow" them discreetly. These things can be figured out and controlled through privacy settings. Anyway - congratulations and good luck with launching BBBH!

It's much more fun to be able to turn something into a fetish in the moment. For me, feet, pits, scents and tastes. Anonymous can be a fetish at times. Too many to list!

I like to hear the creaking leather of the sling, the rattling of the chains it's hanging on, ideally with a bookend partner on the other end feeding the bottom ts the same time. Oh, wait...maybe I'd rather hear him panting and moaning into the pillow while I'm on his back with my arms wrapped around his chest, fucking and breathing heavily or licking down the back of his neck. Who am I kidding, I want to hear porn and the guy fucking the other bottom slapping his ass and telling him that he's a worthless dog for gagging while deepthroating a 9 inch cock that just came out of my ass. Hmmm, maybe it's the sound of approaching footsteps in the leaves in the dark wooded park where I'm fucking a guy that drives a pickup truck against a tree along the dirt path running by the creek. Ain't sound amazing?

You and I must be from the same mold since I agree with 99.9% - except I don't think that me reading "sub bottom" wouldn't necessarily exclude the guy - it would be something more (i am unsure what). I didn't vote in the poll - probably the most accurate statements for me would be either "Yes - Other Reason" or "No - But occasionally I'll compromise"

Just reading around....contemplating and responding to some posts and giving props on hot pictures, etc. I'm seeing a good bit of things that are posted asking "What do you like when it comes to X" These are generally preceded by Tops: or Bottoms: I also run across bottoms that accept tops only, or vice versa (although with much less frequency). Do some versatile guys accept versatile only?

Either is great, but I agree with those that point out that the two don't have to exclude the other. It is possible to connect intimately to a blindfolded cum dump with ass in the air on all four. Imagination helps.

I think our terms get hijacked and all out of whack. To me this describes raunch, which can have it's own scale from "vanilla" raunch to "OMFG" raunch.