ScorpionFF

As a total Top I have thoroughly enjoyed reading through this thread knowing that many prefer a load in their cunt balls deep. I will start ejaculating my seed when I am balls deep, and I will not move a millimetre of my shaft until I have unloaded all the seed I have to dump on that occasion. Anything else is just fucking criminal, lol. I always grunt loudly throughout during the insemination too. What happens after can vary.... A butt plug to hold in, or a FFisting to push it in deeper.

@Heir2012 When you say ''dark'', do you mean in dark in general or Black Magic?

@TaKinGDeePanal That is the second time with this story that you have had a thoughtful and appreciated angle on what has been presented. Thanks. On the same hand though you are correct with not having the final say! 😈🐷 There are some re-writes going on with the next batch of parts/chapters hence not putting out more quicker. Should not be too long now. But the over-all structure for the rest of the story remains the same with an ending that has been re-written with which I am very happy with and which leaves an opening for a sequel IF the call for it is there.

I do not believe you can upload videos onto this site, only post links to videos. I even have to convert a few seconds long WEBP file to a GIF to upload it.

Maybe there will be an in full bloom rose Garden come late Spring of 2024..... 👊🐷💦💦💦👊🌹🌹 I think in recognition of your piggy Sunday @RawUK I will update my ''Pretty Rose Garden'' and ''FFor Your Pleasure!'' albums. 🐖

Part 20 Prequel: ''The Real Chase Begins'' Again I was led between cellar level and the first floor into Sir's bedroom. The curtains were open as was the window, and the full moon beamed in lighting up the whole room. Suddenly my sleep deprived and wired feeling just left me as I in a heartbeat felt energised and very much alive. The freestanding mirror from the spare bedroom was now in here, situated in front of the window and half way down the length of the bed, just so I could see Master USE me if I was at any point unable to turn my head to the left to look into the full length wardrobe mirrors. The black vinyl sheet was still covering Sir's mattress, and on it where my head would usually lie on a pillow were three tourniquets, an empty 3ml syringe with needle, a syringe with T in it, and some cotton pads. I was told to sit on the edge of the bed facing the door, and wait. Master left the room, and when he returned gone was Sir's Muir, the Leather Waistcoat, and his army boots. Now his attire consisted of his executioner hood which I loved him in, really set his deep set eyes off a treat. And on his feet were now with a pair of 20 hole boots with red laces. And that was it. After that he was completely naked! Without delay a tourniquet was attached to each of my arms, and the remaining one he attached to one of his arms. I was told to hold one of the cotton pads in prep for a potential incoming puncture site....

Part 19: ''My Master sleeps'' Sir's presence was now completely absent leaving behind just my Master and I. With the exception of food/drink breaks, a few short rests, and a huge 10 hour sleep that my Master would enjoy later tonight, he for the next 36+ hours which would bring us to tomorrow night with the imminent full moon would spend that entire time Fucking me, Fisting me, torturing my fag-boy tits, pissing on and in me, and generally using me and my body any way he deemed fit. I would be used all over Sir's house; on vinyl play sheets/mats either on Sir's bed, in the cellar-dungeon, and in the living room too. The last hour or so of this 36+ hour marathon would see a bloodied crescendo in more ways than one! 💉 - Who has broken their contract with my friend Doug? - Me my Master. But I just cannot resist you - You are so intoxicating that I just cannot resist you. Maybe it was really a case of that I was so intoxicated with Chems that I could not resist anyone! 😈 The chain on my collar was tightened forcing me higher into an upright pozition where the real boss who had taken full control and advantage of the situation continued to fuck me in a moderately paced all the way out to the tip and back to balls deep squelchy sloppy loose fuck. Once again my Master had me in hog heaven! But it was now time for a change of scenery as I was led back down to the cellar dungeon. Apart from the stairs down to ground level and into the cellar I crawled there as I was led by my leash to my new pig-happy environment. I was ordered to lie in the sling, and without being restrained I lay there for four solid uninterrupted hours, spun, and where my cunt received a good thorough fisting. Three hours of those four had passed.... - How far have you got to now, Master? - Mid Bicep, faggot-boy! After spending the day Fucking and Fisting me, and drinking Beer so he could piss on and in me it was time for my Master to get a long sleep having not slept as much last night as he normally would. He knew that me being spun I would not be able to resist waking him up to play, so he locked me down in the cellar dungeon where I was given specific instructions, which were; Point 1: Drink plenty of electrolyte fluid for which he prepared and supplied. Point 2. Do NOT remove the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps. Point 3: Do not blow anymore clouds as tomorrow I would be blowing more alongside receiving a meth-blast into my vein. With Sir now already at his mum's home and Master having gone upstairs for a good sleeping rest I was down here in the cellar-dungeon all alone. And here I was flying high and super horny! I guzzled down a huge amount of electrolyte drink, a lot of it, I was very thirsty it seems. Being left alone, and high n horny too, I set about finding what I could to satisfy me, and it did not take long. I went over to Sir's very large wooden box underneath the staircase and found the biggest dildo. Its measurements came in at; CirCUMference of the flared head 10.75" CirCUMference of mid shaft 10" CirCUMference of shaft 8" Total length 17.5" of which 15" was the shaft and 2.5" the balls/base. I placed myself parallel to the floor to ceiling mirror on the vinyl sheet mattress and got ready for take off. One month ago there is no way I could have even got 1mm of this monster inside of me, but absolutely no effort was required as I slid down on it taking in all 15" of the shaft into my super hungry cunt. I manoeuvred myself into a proper sitting pozition as to attempt to take in the balls too, and it did not take much work at all.... I had with great ease just taken all 17.5" inside of me, and it felt fantastic. That 13"er would not touch my sides now! I alternated between having it all inside of me and just rocking my hips, or sliding all the way off and all the way on it again. I repeated this over and over for the next four hours, and I had now reached a point where I was about to disobey my Master, I just could not take anymore, and at that moment I removed the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps. I looked at my fag-boy tits, and they were weeping. Clearly Sir had trained them to a certain point but their progress had plateaued. I gently touched them, and I whimpered as I could feel how very sore they now were. Using my hands and arms I pushed myself up from the seated pozition, pushed as though I was having a bowel movement, and out popped the balls portion of the 17.5" monster that was buried deep inside of me. I then slowly slid off and stood up where I done a great big piss. The huge piss I had just taken reminded me to drink more, and reminded me that I actually was very thirsty. I guzzled more electrolyte drink down and took to riding the 17.5" monster again, this time around for another three hours as I splashed about in my own piss. And after seven hours of solo play it suddenly hit me, I had a strong urge to go to sleep, but I was high and wired as fuck. I looked into the mirror and my eyes appeared dark and dull. I released the monster toy from my now extremely battered cunt and went to lie down in the sling where I spent four hours drifting in and out of sleep, probably not getting anymore than a few minutes at a time. I was so stimulated that I could not sleep, yet so sleep deprived that I was sporadically nodding off. My Master had been gone for eleven hours; ten hours asleep, and one hour eating/drinking. He returned wearing the same attire as last night of Muir, Leather Waistcoat, and his army Boots.... I had semi dozed off at the point my Master returned to the cellar-dungeon. He saw the 17.5" Monster that I had been playing with for several hours which he picked up and brought with him, and he saw my piss on the vinyl sheet, and me laying in the sling too minus the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps. My face was firmly slapped.... - OI, wake up faggot-boy. - Eh, wha'.... Master.... where am I? - Did you use this whilst I was away? - Yes, Master. He slapped my face again, this time much harder.... - And where are the Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps? I gave specific instructions that they were not meant to come off. - Despite being high n horny they were becoming overly sore. I'm so sorry, Master He inspected my complaint. - Aaaahhhh, I see. Fair enough, they are weeping quite a bit. You seem wired. - Yes Master. I feel very horny still, but very tired too. I was given a fresh set of clouds to blow. As I got a fresh high Master dried the piss soaked vinyl sheet and once I was high again he ordered me to kneel on it, at that sexy AF 45 degree angle to the ceiling to floor mirror. He climbed behind me, spread my legs as wide as they would go, and re-entered me, only this time he was not just balls deep, he had pushed his big balls INSIDE of me! - Fucking HELL faggot-boy, can you feel me inside of you? - No Master, I do not feel a thing. - I'm not surprised, neither do I.... Fuck, you have completely trashed that cunt of yours.... Fuck, this feeling of fucking hot wet air with the odd caress of velvet soft meat occasionally breezing by is enough to make me shoot my dirty seed prematurely, FUCK.... He pulled out, went and sat on Sir's antique armchair, and starting early in the day he was back on the cold Beers and one of Sir's fat cigars. - Go on, show me what you can do with that huge toy you played with whilst I was away. The day soon went by as more Fisting, Fucking, piss-play and now toy-play was had. I did not know it yet as I had lost all track of time and as I was in the cellar-dungeon, but night had fallen. But my Master knew alright! I once again was flagging, and more so than last time. - It's time for some real nasty FUN. C'mon, follow me....

If you include a public toilet, then yes, lots. Aaaaaahh, the good old cottaging days. My three favourites that immediately spring to mind, all are gone now and the areas have been gentrified and spoiled IMO is the one just off of Tower Bridge Road, was right by the bank, so I'd do my banking first and then go for the fun. The other two were on Great Marlborough Street and Broadwick Street. The one on Broadwick Street was fantastically disgusting, a strong smell of piss with plenty of action if you timed it correctly. Around the corner from Broadwick Street gives a double whammy of nostalgia as I recall all of those wonderful independent record shops that are no more. Charing Cross Road is the same, with another favourite independent record shop I loved to frequent that is no more, plus that stretch between Cambridge Circus and Leicester Square completely fucked over losing many a Gay Bar, including a firm favourite of mine; 79CXR. One of my fondest memories was fucking an Asian twink at the bottom of the stairs leading into the toilets. Happy fucking days they were! As viking8x6 has said; ''The scene is Dead.'' We need a revival! lol

A quick very simple poll..... sub Jason's Sir Doug will be gone for 9 days. In that time should Master Terry blood slam what is now his locked pig under his control? pig emoji = Yes upvote = No

They're great aren't they. I am surprised this piercing is not more popular than it is. Have you ever been fucked with this piercing in tow? I would love to hear from a bottom the difference in sensation between a PA and a Jacob's Ladder.

Part 18: ''The New Lock'' Sir went outside and took to digging up and picking some vegetables as he said he would. His Leather Jacket remained in the hallway! 😈 As soon as he was out the door my Master grabbed the cellar door key, unlocked it, and came down. What was I upto? I was tired, yet still high and horny, and now lying naked in the sling except for my pointless fag-dick cage tweaking on my little piglet-tits. My Master grabbed the cloud blowing gear that he had tucked away out of sight and came over to the sling.... - You are a naughty faggot-boy aren't you. How did you get out? - You forgot to restrain my second wrist, Master. - I see. I remember being tired and busting for a piss. I wasn't fully on my game. Here, take this, and get a fresh new high. - Fuck YES, Master. I really need this. As I heated the T my Master now removed the fitted vinyl sheet (the dry one without the piss) from the mattress and hurried upstairs. What was he upto? He looked out the window to make sure Sir was still outside, then raced up to his bedroom where he removed the cotton sheet and replaced it with the vinyl sheet. Going into the spare bedroom where he slept he grabbed the full starter sub-kit and brought it into Sir's bedroom. Then he came back downstairs and into the cellar where I was now on a fresh cloudy high. - C'mon, follow me. - Yes, Master. I followed him from the cellar all the way up to Sir's bedroom, completely naked, spun, and my skin and hair covered in dry piss. - Now get on the bed directly facing the window in the kneeling position with that sexy beefy ass of yours sitting on your heels. - Yes, Master. I sat there, directly facing the closed window which made me parallel to the full length wardrobe mirrors, naked except for the cage around my pointless fag-dick. The full starter sub-kit bag was opened and various objects crucial to the present moment were removed. My Master promptly attached to my neck a steel collar with a long steel chain that was attached to it. A pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps were then placed beside me, not onto my piglet-tits quite yet. - Look what I have here faggot-boy. - The key to my cage. So Sir left his Leather Jacket behind. - Indeed he did. In went the key to the lock, and my cage for the first time in nearly 1 month came away from my now shrivelled pointless fag-dick. I started giggling at what had now become a mere micro dick. - Fuck, hahahaha, it's become so fucking tiny. - Yes, it is pathetic looking. Whatever the case maybe I need it out of my sight and I need you to keep your focus in on your cunt and my highly charged T☣️xiC-poz Dick. - Fuck YES Master. I know who the alpha stud is around here and who is the fag, the bitch, the whore, the inferior worm, the slut that is here to SERVE you! And on to my shrivelled little micro dick went Master's own cage. My Master walked over to the closed window and looked out... - Aaaahhhh, Doug still digging up some organic vegetables for his dear lovely mum, such a wonderful kind woman, whilst his faggot-boy is up here, high, horny, collared, and now locked.... by ME! Turning away from the window and now facing me my skinny Master with veins bulging on all four limbs stood back to admire HIS locked pig who was now.... High. Horny. Collared. READY! My Master looked fucking stunning. He was now wearing Sir's Muir which complimented his deep set eyes wonderfully. That was the only thing of Sir's that he now had on. He also was now with a Leather Waistcoat and back to what he arrived in on his feet; his army boots. He came behind me, climbed onto Sir's bed, pushed me forwards so I was now on all fours, pushed my legs apart, lubed up his hand and forearm with Crisco, and without any resistance entered in the blink of an eye my loose, cock and cum hungry, battered neg cunt right upto mid forearm. I groaned with an intense out of body pleasure... - Oh FUCK Master.... - Are you okay faggot-boy? - Fuck YES Master. I just wish you were fisting me deeper. - Well, I am already half way up my forearm with no real effort required. We have plenty of time, no rush. - My cunt is YOURS Master. USE it how you so desire. For the next hour my Master fisted me reaching up to his elbow, and then.... The sound of Sir's engine sprang to life. Master slowly withdrew his forearm from my now very stretched Crisco laden cunt, towel wiped his fist and forearm, went over to the window and opened it as wide as it would go, and then came the pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps that without pause were clamped onto my little piglet-tits. - Ow, ow, ow... Fuck... Ouch, my tits are hurting Master. These are nothing like the clamps that Sir has used up until now. The only response to my expression of pain is my Master climbing behind me and sliding back into my nasty cunt balls deep, all 12" of his T☣️xiC Fuck-Meat. He did not hold onto my shoulders nor my waist or hips, no, he held onto me via the long steel leash attached to the collar. He pulled on it so tightly that my body was brought up into a semi upright pozition with my hands hovering about two inches from above the vinyl sheet. My mind and body were all over the place. My cunt tingled as I could barely feel Master inside of me, I was high and horny, and with all of that intense pleasure was the new pain that consumed my fag-boy tits. A swift demotion from piglet-tits. After a few minutes of being fucked this collared worm and his alpha stud now heard the sound of moving tyres on gravel as Sir pulled away from the house.... - Who are you locked by? - YOU, my Master. - And who now owns you? You do, my Master. - Well, almost. I will officially own you if I am the one to knock you up. - I want you to be the one, Master. - Want me to be the one what? And I need you to say it as loud as you can, the universe needs to hear you say it. Sir would now be approaching the end of his gravel driveway. - PLEASE knock me up Master. I want you to be the one coursing through my DNA forever more. Stick it to this faggot, this inferior worm! And with that, Sir was gone, with I am sure my contract out of the window too!

Part 17: ''Going Solo'' My Master, formerly known as Uncle Terry continued to hold his pozition of his throbbing twitching poz-piston very still as his gaze deep into my eyes via our reflection did not avert. He suddenly broke a huge smile, a devilish looking wide grin which showed off his fangs, the grin and the fangs complimenting the executioner hood, and all were now lit up by the moon beaming in to the room. Holding onto my hips he turned his head away from the mirror and down to where his pubic area was touching the top of my ass cheeks... He watched on as he very slowly withdrew to the tip of his fat bulbous mushroom cock head, and then..... he aggressively SLAMMED in all 12" balls deep which caused me to grunt loudly as my body thrust forwards even though I managed to keep my arms holding me up. He repeated this very slow withdrawing to the tip and aggressive slamming in balls deep over and over, each time I would grunt loudly. On the last aggressive inward thrust and my loud grunt Sir's snoring stopped and he turned over so now he faced us. Fuck, I didn't want him to wake. Master suddenly went very still and quiet, and so did I. It didn't take even a minute for Sir to start snoring very loudly again at which point my Master firmly gripped my waist and commenced a fast and hard fuck on my cum filled cunt. And even though I dropped a load of it a short moment ago I must have still had loads of my Master's dirty seed inside of me as all you could hear were loud squelching noises as Master pounded my sloppy gaping fag-hole. After a good hard pounding the squelching and fucking came to a halt, and I felt a breath near my ear.... - You know where Doug keeps the key to the cage on your pointless faggot-boy dick? - Yes Master. In the top left hand pocket on his Leather Jacket. Master spoke with Sir even though he slept and snored, maybe planting a seed in his subconscious... - Doug mate, if you don't take your Leather Jacket with you tomorrow, that will be your nod of approval that I can unlock your cage, then relock using my cage. - You have your own chastity cage, Master? - Several. I have one in my car as part of a full starter sub-kit. I need to sleep, and I want to be awake before Doug leaves which already means I won't sleep very much. C'mon.... My Master took my back down into the cellar where he got me to jump into the sling. Both ankles were restrained, then one wrist, and before he could restrain the second wrist... - Fuck, I cannot wait any longer.... He grabbed an empty beer bottle and almost filled it right to the top. No wonder he could not wait any longer, that was one monumental piss he just took. He then put a ball gag into my mouth and blindfolded me. - I'll see you in a short while faggot-boy. I won't be long. But just to make Doug doesn't see what an utter state of a cum dump that you are or my fang marks on your neck I shall be locking the cellar door and sleeping with the key under my pillow. I knew through tiredness I am sure that Master had forgotten to restrain my second wrist and there was a reason I did not tell him. I was still high and horny, and I wanted to continue to play. I left it a little while after he had left. I then removed the blindfold, then unrestrained my one wrist and both ankles, and finally removed the ball-gag. I wasted no time in leaping up, grabbing the 13"er dildo and diving onto the cold piss soaked vinyl sheet that covered the mattress, and there I played solo, a 13" dildo working in Master's dirty seed deeper into my guts, splashing around the cold piss, and tweaking on my piglet-tits. That old cat and mouse adage seemed very appropriate for now... Whilst Master is away the faggot-boy will play! Before Master went to bed he fetched from the trunk of his car the full starter sub-kit that he spoke of, and took it to Sir's spare bedroom where he would have his short sleep. Then.... that bottle of Master piss caught my eye! I took the dildo out of my cunt, stood up, took off my H Harness, fetched the beer bottle containing Master's warm piss, stood on the piss soaked vinyl sheet covered mattress facing the mirror, removed my red rubber jockstrap so it was now resting upon my ankles, and then I poured about half of the bottle of Master piss over my head and watched it trickle down all over my body, my hair dripping as if I had just come up from under water at the beach. I stared at my pointless little caged fag-dick. It seemed as though it was now shrivelled. I spoke to my reflection.... - I am faggot-boy, Master's faggot-boy, and Sir's trainee sub. I desire to worship my Master's Master. I am here on Earth as a faggot, a pig, a worm, an inferior, a slut, a whore and so much more beyond to serve Men and all of their desires, no matter how dark they are. I love Dick. I love cum. I want my cunt to become completely trashed and a full on totally blown-out meat sleeve. And my darkest desire is for Master to knock me up. Yes, I am now a chaser. I embrace it. And with that I downed the remaining half of the Master piss in the beer bottle down into my greedy piss hungry belly. Master Terry did not have much of a sleep, only about five hours. He usually would need a good eight hours to function at his best. He slept with the locked cellar key underneath his pillow. The day had arrived for Sir to go and stay with his mum for a while to give brother Keith and his wife a break. He would be gone 9 days in all. Having had a short-ish sleep Master came down the stairs to find Sir having breakfast. - Morning Doug, how are you? Sleep well? - Aaaahhh, morning Terry my friend. I slept very heavily, and for about 9 hours. I must have been super tired as it seems I even forgot to close the curtains in my bedroom lastnight. I'm okay. To be honest am worried about my mum. But I will see her in a short while. Some fry up and coffee there if you want it. - Great, I do, I am very hungry. What time are you planning on leaving? - I'll just finish my breakfast, then I will dig up some of the organic vegetables from the garden to take to mum's, then I will be off. Where is my boy, I haven't seen him? And I see the cellar door is locked. - Yes, he is down there. I thought it best the door was locked as he was when I left him lastnight he was still high yet exhausted with it and didn't want him wandering around the place in such a state in case of falling and having an accident. - Good thinking. I haven't really got time to see him as I am in a rush anyway. His first job of the day will be these breakfast dishes. - I'll make sure he does them first thing.

Part 16: ''Two Nights until the Full Moon'' An hour had passed since my Master dumped his T☣️xiC dirty seed deep in my cock and cum hungry cunt and we were still fucking in the upright position he pulled me into shortly after my very lucky breeding. We were both covered in sweat. As for his piss, he was kneeling in it, and I was covered in it alongside my meth sweat. And more importantly, my Master was still hard. He hadn't lost his erection ever since he spewed out an obscene amount of dirty seed! Maybe he had taken a Viagra or something. He finally withdrew from my now extremely loose and battered cum filled cunt, got us both off of the piss soaked vinyl sheet and was now in the process of towel drying both of us from his piss that we had been splashing about in. And now came the attire. Aside from my chastity cage we were both completely naked. He slipped back on Sir's Police Boots and his own executioner hood, and me, well, he dressed me up in what was Sir's favourite outfit for me, and mine too, so for the first time whilst high on meth I wore the two piece rubber outfit of a red rubber jockstrap and the red rubber H Harness. - C'mon faggot-boy, let's take this upstairs. By upstairs I thought he meant the living room, but no, he had other plans. We exited the cellar to reach ground floor where he then gestured me to follow him upstairs. The spare room maybe? Wrong again! We very soon found ourselves outside of Sir Doug's bedroom. He reached for the door handle. - What are you doing, isn't Sir asleep? - That's right. But don't worry, nothing will wake him. A couple of sleeping tablets and several beers and he is out for the count. Nothing will wake him. Trust me. As my Master's hand went to open the door I let out the most ginormous cum fart with a lot of Master's dirty seed squirting out and onto the floor. It was a good job it was laminate and not carpet! Raising his forehead and clicking his middle finger with his thumb he pointed towards the pool of what had just dropped out of my loose cunt - Now you CLEAN THAT UP faggot-boy. - Yes, Master.... Sorry, Master. I instinctively got down on my knees. But before I could start to lap it up Master crouched down to my head height and shoved my face into his precious load that I so carelessly let drop out of me. - I said CLEAN IT UP! I eagerly got to work and ate all that my cunt had released. I loved Master demanding that I eat it as there is no way I was not having all of his dirty seed inside of me. As I lapped up the last few drops a pair of Police Boots stepped forwards.... - Shine 'em up faggot-boy Before I had even a second to drop out my tongue to get to the task in hand on one of my favourite jobs of all my Master grabbed a hold of my hair then pushed my head down right onto his boot, well, Sir Doug's boot. With my mouth pressed against the leather I could not speak, but I did mumble a unintelligible muffled ''Yes Master''. I had been boot shining for a while when... - Let me inspect your work. I shuffled back and knelt upright, my bare ass sat on my heels, kitted out in my red rubber gear. - Very good faggot-boy, a very good job indeed. Time for your reward for pleasing me. It's a full moon in two nights time, and tonight it will already be very bright. And we are not in town so there will be a beautiful array of stars in the clear sky too. C'mon, let's take a look. And with that he opened Sir Doug's bedroom door, ordered me to position myself so my locked pointless fag-dick and pelvis were on the corner of the bed with my feet on the floor and my arms straight and fists clenched as to give my body sturdy support on the mattress to arch my beefy ass out. The same bed that Sir Doug was asleep in right now! He was snoring louder than I had ever heard him snore before so he was well out of it. But.... would he wake? Master flung open the curtains which made Sir Doug's dark bedroom instantly light up as the moon beamed in. I was facing the window with the pozition I was in, with the full length wardrobe mirrors at a angle to my torso to the right. Master came up behind me and slid his 12" T☣️xiC Fuck Weapon balls deep into my loose and battered cum filled cunt, just holding that pozition of his throbbing twitching poz-piston still.... - You love having dirty seed pumped deep into your neg cunt don't you faggot? - Yes Master. - You have any dirty seed in your cunt right now? - Yes Master. - Whose dirty seed is in you now then? - Yours, my Master. - And would you care if as a result of all the high risk condom-less sex you have had tonight you became HIV positive? Now look at me in the mirror when you answer. We both looked at one another via our reflections in the wardrobe mirrors, and what I could see was a very skinny, Police Boot and executioner hood clad 66 years and 6 month old poz since the mid 1980s alpha-stud fucking my 22 year old part smooth part hairy gym trained body. I looked into his deep set eyes via our reflections in the wardrobe mirrors.... - I do not care.... Master! That alcohol and sleeping tablet combination sure was potent, Sir was sleeping and snoring his head off throughout all of this.

Well said. DickWadd was one of my earlier studio finds I very much enjoyed watching and stroking to! 🐽

Not a PA, but a Dick piercing I would like to get nonetheless; a Jacob's Ladder.

Thank you for sharing this @justsexnowatl. My idea of heaven! I am with the understanding that there is a main event each night for the week, if so, then as you say; WOW! Once I have gotten over a major obstacle that has held me back for some years this is an event I would LOVE to attend. Leather Pride in Amsterdam seems not as wild (even though it is) by comparison, also another 1 week event with all kinds of events and parties during the week, but with just one main party/dance/fuck event (on the Saturday.) Love the idea of Trimix too. Had never heard of it until now. Maybe we'll meet there one day - Enjoy the rest of the week! 🐷

Great beefy round ass cheeks, perfect for slapping (which I love to do) whilst fucking.

Not slack enough for my liking! 🐽 But, you are working on that by all accounts! 👅

My kind of pig! 🐖 I have said it several times on here, I have zero interest in dick. But more importantly it is of the utmost importance for me that a faggot has his dick locked with the understanding that his cunt is his sole sexual organ. I did do some brief online training with this with faggot-boy a few years ago (personal obstacles have seen to it that I have been out of actual action for quite sometime now) and I recently got a message from him explaining a colourful journey he has had with being locked, and putting into practice his cunt being his sole sexual organ, and thanked me for setting him on this journey! One very happy Sir! How are you getting on with being plugged now? I would presume that you are not using it now whilst you are sleeping? What was causing you to wake, discomfort in your cunt, or the straps digging into your hips, or both? If the straps are the problem then maybe try sleeping with just a standard butt-plug. Being plugged between 8am-11pm is still very good going. Sounds like you were more than ready then to have someone just effortlessly slide in! 🐷 As you said right at the beginning of this thread; baby steps. You will reach your goal(s) whatever that/they maybe.

I'd happily breed your piggy guts, but.... ....I love verbal so I would want to hear you beg, and plead for my anon load! 🐽

Damn! 🐷

Speaking of a sequel, today there was inspiration within for two brand new characters, a neg 18 year old virgin, a potential pig in the making called Jake, and another friend of Master Terry's whose identity (face and name) would never be revealed to any of the other characters nor the audience; just a description! He would be mute too. There is a comedy I love that has several characters you never see and one builds up an image of what they look and sound like, like reading a book -- I love that. These two new characters would only appear in the sequel, if there is one, with the central character to this story sub-Jason, aka faggot-boy remaining at the centre of the overall plot. Both new characters storylines would mainly be located at Master Terry's home! 🐷 😈 ☣️

Thank you to @Rubbff, @rublthlad, @Pnp-pig and @plymsleazebear for their appreciation expressed verbally since the latest batch of parts/chapters were published. And a big shout out too to all who show their appreciation by making use of the react emoji feature. Quite a bit more to tell in this story, but hopefully I will complete it unlike all other stories I have on here. Curtailing it to make way for a sequel is certainly an idea and option.

Me too! And I would not mind if you and several others dumped a load before I added my seed. Love a good slosh! 🐷

Very funny. That really made me laugh. Thank you. 🙂