verbalBTTM

The older men who instructed me in BDSM spoke of those as if Prometheus himself delivered them to man as a gift. Until Zeus caught wind of his mischief and struck down and removed them by using his minions at the FDA

I do the same thing with making pictures in my head. I wanted to give it a try just to see the response. This was a first go of things, the next installation of this series will have more to offer for the consumer. Thank you for your input

We had a strong community before gay marriage, that's when we fractured. Now it's all about self.

People were like this before Clinton was in office, it's nothing new. The issue is with the person who attempts to cause the offense. They choose that language because they are scared how close they are to you in their desires. This person has the Internet and could look these things up for themselves, but instead they choose to be ignorant. Which is why I suggest having pity for them. Imagine what that's like living such a repressed and purposely ignorant life. Unable to be honest with ones own self. I liken it to when I was sleeping with women and afraid to admit I wanted gay sex. I wasn't happy back then no matter how grand the lie I told myself. At the end of the forget the guy and move, you can't fix stupid. As far as the community what do you think this site is. We as degenerates have always sought refuge to the obscure corners and dark Ally's. You and I both know our thoughts aren't common, however here they are. Maybe this is as far as some of them go maybe some evolve beyond our current discussions.

I put it on SoundCloud for anyone having issues with my online drive, enjoy [think before following links] https://m.soundcloud.com/verbalbttm/the-brotherhood-it-gets-better

Sinking to a lower level is never the answer, I was taught much like many of us to be tolerant, open, and honest. We are dealing with immature people who suffer from arrested development. They do not understand the conflict within themselves that forces them to lash out at men who are honest about their status. They are pigs like the rest of us, but they hide behind comforting lies they tell themselves so they can keep the "correct appearance" in public. (Sure I take Anon cock at a bathhouse when I'm high on drugs, but I won't be with a poz guy or be honest to anyone about what I do when the lust hits me, especially when I'm traveling to another city). To blame the president is nothing more than a scapegoat. The issue is with each person who responds in such ways, and we should take pity on them. You, myself and many other members on this site are honest about their dirty desires and don't shy from it. It's the reason I've stayed with this site. Unlike hook-up sites, this is a platform for the mind to play, not just the simplicity of the flesh. Think how fortunate you are to be in a community of like minded people who say forget political correct speech, no I want disgusting filthy gay sex that would make most sluts grab their pearls. We are free, they are trapped in a mental prison of their own creation. Rejoice in your freedom my brother, for we may be few but we know who and what we are and we will not hide from it. This is frightening to cowards, we cannot be controlled by opinions. No social norm will hold us back from our thoughts, desires, or actions that are mutually agreed upon. They think saying I'm gay is liberating, how we laugh at their baby steps trying to walk amongst us giants

I love your writing style and your emphasis on protocol. Please keep writing, you have a knack for it sir

To you and @Swimer2I'm working on the prequel where Christian and the boys started out and how they became they they are. This will be a multi part series exploring many years of their adventures. Some of it is based on my personal experiences, some of other brothers that I have been, and played with. One question I have, did you enjoy the audio complement to this, or was it a waste of time? Thank you for your positive remarks

Preferably in the back of my throat, so that I may drink of his glory and not waste his seed.

I'm sure this is blasphemous, however a good laugh is great for the soul.

It's both, let's face it condoms sucks and I haven't used one in over 20 years. As far as cum well it's natural and since it's considered [banned word] it then becomes a fetish. At the end of the day what's hotter cumming inside a man or on one. We all know the answer to this since this is "breeding zone .com"

Here's a link for the audio version of my story, if you have any issues please let me know [think before following links] https://drive.proton.me/urls/6Z7DGNMJQ8#HNrzRGK1maHN

11:23 am The next morning as we start to wake up, Danny rolls up a joint and passes it to Christian and says this is for you boy. I flick on the TV and put in a video cassette tape, and hit play. The video starts up with Arthur opening up the chest of fun and the look of horror falls on Christians face. Knowing he can't say or do anything, he sits in disbelief watching how he was used all night long; and it's all on tape. I look down at him and say with a smirk, you think that's the only copy? As I take his collar off. So we get dressed and head to the Holbrook diner to get some much needed coffee. Once there I tell him to follow me to the bathroom. I sit him down in the handicap stall and I skullfuck him until I blow my load on his face. Then I put this gag hat on him and snap a pic, a keepsake boy. After breakfast, before we part ways, I remind him that he is still my bitch and that we'll be seeing him again. Maybe we'll order a pizza from your shop sometime, yeah I know where you work boy. I walk to my car with a sense of accomplishment leaving him at the diners entrance. As I begin to drive off I see the look of befuddlement on his face. The circle is now complete and after one night, Christian's life as my bitch has only just begun

Part 3 1:09 am, enter the Sandman (Danny Colencheck) Danny walks in late as always, but ready to catch up. He saunters over to our table as if he has rhythm. (🎵 Depeche Mode - World in my eyes🎵 plays in the background) Christian brings us four beers and I give his to Danny and say you should get one for yourself faggot, we like our bitches intoxicated. Offering no resistance he goes back to the bar. We fill Danny in about this boy, he laughs and says after all these years, you got him huh. When Christian comes back, I say be a good faggot and comfort this man's cock. Eager to show his worth he puts his hand down Danny's pants msssaging his member. God this boy will do anything I tell him, we're going to have some fun tonight. The four of us using our Jedi like telepathy secretly communicate what the rest of the night will be. With a nod from me, Arthur says let's go back to my place, we pound the round and head out. Arthur's place is a small 2 bedroom post war bungalow typical of Long Island, Harry fetches us some drinks while Arthur opens up the goodie chest after flipping a switch. A galaxy of gear and toys is revealed, he throws me a collar. I stand up and tell Christian to come over, I tell him if you want to be my bitch then neal before me, and receive this collar; now repeat after me or leave. "I Christian Baddula fully offer myself to you without hesitation, reservation or limit for your personal use and or entertainment. I will obey every command from you without refusal until you release me of my pledge of obligation. I am now yours to do with as you see fit." The collar is snuggly shackled around his neck and locked. Giving a slight restriction of breath as to be a constant reminder of his place in this world. 2:01 am (His first command) Arthur puts on some music, and switches the lighting to red. I say, hey faggot go next to the window and slowly strip down to nothing. A tad nervous he complies offering a little show to us and the neighbors. Good boy, now show us how you like to work out, start off with some jumping jacks. Watching him in the living room in a red silhouette jumping up and down with his cock flapping about you could tell he was totally turned on. The demands continued for a while until I order him to stand by the coffee table. Arthur grabs a padded mat from the chest and rolls it on the coffee table transforming it into a padded fuck bench. I order the boy to lay down as Danny shackles him to the legs of the table. The boy asks do you guys have condoms, BITCH the three of us already bred you in a parking lot and now you want us to use condoms. Shut the fuck up. The tempo of the music increases as Danny feels the jocks cunt and remarks, they fucked you good boy, didn't they. As I place a bottle of poppers to the boys nostrils he inhales and says yes sir. I say open your mouth faggot, as I grab his hair and use it as a handle to take proper control, he complies and starts to gag as I push my cock down his throat for my enjoyment Gagging and starting to asphyxiate, his ability to control his body diminishes with each passing moment, now he was ready for us. Again Harry starts us off and you could tell his cock was Christian's maximum comfort level, his ass already busted open from before, now offers zero resistance. The noises of moans and gargling gags overpowering the stereo volume excites us all. Arthur says let me have a piece of that ass, Harry gives way and comes to the front end as I pull off for a drink and Harry forces his cock to be cleaned off. With the couple taking advantage of this boy, Danny and I start to talk about his school bully. How we should put the two of them together, going ass to ass for our amusement as we enjoy another beer. Harry starts slapping the boy's face as he feeds him more poppers, asking how much do you love my boyfriend's cock? The boy is incoherent with his eyes rolled back and dripping with sweat, mumbles out his whimpers, I love his cock fucking my hole sir, broken up with each thrust from Arthur. The smell of sweat and poppers fills the room bringing out or inner pigs which intoxicates us even further. Arthur says you want my load boy, no answer, so i slap his face and say answer him boy. Yeeeeesssss sir, ku...ku..ku...ku cum in my ass sir. With that sound of surrender Arthur pummels the boys hole one last time as we all hear him go ugghhhhhhhh fuck yeaaaaah boy. Arthur stays in a moment while receiving a kiss from Harry as he walks back taking his boyfriend's place inserting himself into an even wetter and more open of a hole. Harry mounts the boy again as I take over on popper duty, keeping his brain sufficiently fried. I tell the boy, what do you say to Harry, (he replies) thank you sir, I love your cock sir, please please use me. I love being a slut for you guys, all of you can fuck me wheneeeeeeever you wa..a...a..ant. I slap him again and say good boy, keep telling us what you want or you don't get it. I slap my flaccid member on his face and command him, get me hard boy. His tung desperately searching for another taste he starts to slather my shaft with his fag slobber exciting me back to glory. I mount his throat again and continue his stretching. Harry's left leg begins to twitch as he sputters himself inside the boys hole, then giving his final thrust completing his breeding. Exhausted and sweaty, Harry retreats to the couch and cracks open another beer with Arthur. I now take my place at the boys hind quarter and successfully mount him again. He squeals as before, challenged by my thickness to be followed by my length, Danny feeds him more poppers without stopping until I'm fully inserted. I grab his sides digging in to make handles for myself and begin my thrusting. I know he can't handle me and I couldn't care less. We brought him here for our amusement not his pleasure. Again my thrusts match the beat of the music as does his yelping moans. Now Danny slaps his meat on the boy's face, the plumpest of us all. Danny shoves his cock in this faggots poppered up face, he chokes instantly which is music to Danny's ears. I say, What you forgot how to suck dick faggot, do as you're fucking told then I slap his ass again. Danny with his large hands forces the boys jaw open enough to give him the stretching he's going to get. Harry like a faithful sergeant grabs the poppers forcing the boy to breathe through his free nostril. With his hole being ripped apart by me, a head full of poppers and a asphyxiating throat fucking, his sounds become unrecognizable as human. Harry giggling says the boys eyes are twitching along with the rest of his body. Completely turned on by sexually abusing this former bully of mine I blow my load balls deep inside of him saying take my load Mr. Tough guy. Danny smiles at me and says time for me to finish this pussy boy off. Christian begs for a break, Danny replies with a shit-eating grin, coming right up boy, then slaps his ass hard. Slowly opening Christian's hole with his meat plow, each little bit seems to have reawakened him to an even louder yelp of pleasurable pain. You see, Danny is a very special top, for starters his cock 9.5x7.5 cut, but it telescopes like a traffic cone and a base that leaves you feeling like a victim. He loves entering eternally slow then gradually back out. Then he’d just slam it back in and just keep going like some steam piston engine. Relentless and unforgiving, a dicking from him will make any man humble, which is why he went last. For God's sake, you better breathe in those poppers boy. Sitting on the couch were watching the deliberate demolition of this boy's mind body and soul. His flesh surrendered to us back in the parking lot, and now comes the pillaging which would make any Viking gasp. His cries for mercy have already given out to some involuntary sounds some animal might make after being hit by a car. Danny is taking his sweet ass time ripping this boy's ass apart. His squeals of constant changing tones, I know these sounds all to well as I let him fuck me whenever he wants. His cock and fucking style is the reason poppers were invented. Trust me on this, he will give you an anal induced orgasm every time. Finally Danny gives the boy his crescendo, a sputtering cock releasing his glory inside of the now permanently stretched out fuckhole. Christian's ability to grab the coffee table legs gave out long ago. Now at the culmination of the four of our efforts you see what once was a young man who is now an incoherent drooling, panting mess that can't move unaided. His ass has so many individual hand prints no detective could piece the order of events in any resemblance of a time line. Both holes looked like the end result of a Groupon offer for the village whore. At the end of everything the boy could be a confusing episode of SVU all to himself. 6:17 am We release the boy from the coffee table and we aide him onto the lazy boy recliner. With his collar still locked you see the purest look of exhaustion ever witnessed by man. drenched in sweat, slobber and cum he is a very happy boy. Harry says dam boy, how many times did you cum, the boy replies still short of breath, I lost count after the fourth time sir. The puddle of cum where his dick laid is the unrefuted evidence of a job well done. Arthur taking a taste with his fingers says hmmm, tastes like faggot to me. The boy passes out reclining in the chair and the four of us clean things up, we then head to the master bedroom and pass out together.

I'll be posting it as soon as the combined audio file is uploaded. It's the one of a jock boy with cum on his face