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Master Terry gifting his third dirty load deep inside of sub-Jason on the day of Sir Doug's return!

Part 23: ''Sir Doug returns'' It was now the day after the night of the full moon and Sir Doug would be retuning in little over a week. In that space of time my Master would only be cumming one more time. When would that other one time be? I would for the next week go through a very difficult period as even though my Master would both be fucking and fisting me for many hours a day without reaching an orgasm I would not be sleeping very well at all and felt very irritable as I went through my T comedown / crash. That is the reason Master gave for fucking and fisting me relentlessly throughout the week even though I really was not horny nor wanting it, as a way to pass the time to get me through the awful comedown. My body and mind felt rough. I did not have that high and horny feeling, and I now craved it. For the whole week during play I was made to wear the rubber Gas Mask, a pair of backless/crotch-less rubber shorts, and the rubber H Harness, and of course my Master's chastity cage. It had been a week of irritability and difficulty sleeping, plus the cravings and we had now got to the point of it being the night before Sir Doug returning where I thankfully got the most huge sleep of 16 hours, and upon waking I for the first time since my T binge felt more like my old self again. We were both expecting Sir to be home in a few hours, so my Master promptly took me into the living room where I gave the first toy show around a week and a half ago and where I would now get that third dirty load of his. Before I was fucked my Master took off his cage from my pointless fag-dick and put back on Sir's cage. - Don't worry, one day you'll be wearing this cage again. - I hope so, Master. A quick pump and dump saw to it that I was loaded up again with a hot thick highly charged hyperspermia load of cum deposited deep into my piggy-cunt. But my Master knew how very precious his load is, so as soon as he had finished dumping his dirty seed he got the biggest butt plug and plugged me up. But as I was so loose now my cunt could not grip a hold of it properly so I was now made to wear a pair of tight rubber briefs to hold the plug in. I started to laugh... - Look Master, I cannot walk properly. - Yes, try not to walk in front of Doug if you can help it. If you have to just say you sprained your ankle! 😈 - Good thinking. You are such a clever Master. - Thank you pig. It's official, you have gone from faggot-boy to pig. You have done very well. Good boy, pig. - Thank you, my Master. Sir had just arrived home.... - Hey Doug, how are you? - Hey Terry, I'm tired, but good. Has the boy behaved himself. - Oh yes Doug buddy, he has been a very good boy. Haven't you, Jason?! Every fibre of my being trembled as I heard him utter my actual name. Even Sir never called me by my actual name. I wanted to reply referring to him as Master, but I knew I couldn't.... - Yes Uncle Terry. Thank you for taking care of me. I watched from the living room window as Master Terry drove off. Inside of my head I was begging and pleading for him not to go. Thankfully we had exchanged numbers. We kept in contact via messaging until we would meet again where I repeatedly expressed my longing for a repeat of the most incredible intense hot Chem-Fucking we both thoroughly and repeatedly had enjoyed, but he said as much as he would like that I had to focus in on my work as a houseboy and my training as a sub with Sir Doug. Of course, he knew best, and indeed I was learning a great deal from Sir, but it was my Master and his Master who I now truly craved to be taking the lead. Every night after Master Terry left I would have very vivid dreams of him where he would fuck and fist me and blood slam me as I would spin on the clouds. And in the background to every dream was an unknown figure that wore a hooded ankle length Leather cloak complete with a bird beak mask. Every single night I would have this dream and every morning I would wake with pre cum oozing out of my pointless flaccid caged fag-dick. When I met Sir Doug a month or so ago I was by no stretch of the imagination a chaser, but now, I WAS! And I knew with certainty who I wanted to do the deed. Maybe he already had; we had fucked a lot whilst Sir Doug was away, and I took 3 loads from him. Doug might be my Sir, but Terry was now my Master, his commanding authority now superseding all others prior to this moment in time. It was still the first evening of Sir's arrival back home. He was tired. We ate a small meal together, talked for a short while, and then he went to bed. As soon as he went to bed I went to the cellar-dungeon, took out the butt plug, pushed out Master's nasty filthy dirty load onto one of the vinyl sheet covered mattresses and very slowly licked it up whilst repeating over and over as I longed for his actual physical presence, and so much more.... - Thank you for this beautiful gift, my Master! Once I finished feeding all of his dirty load into my greedy belly I looked into the floor to ceiling mirror and clearly said as I looked at my reflection.... - Master Terry, I long for the day you OWN me for keeps as I have you flowing through my veins for the rest of my life. Maybe your Master can make this happen.

Part 22: ''Hail'' My Master had only gone and squirted the 3ml of his dirty DNA onto my face which he proceeded to rub all over and in. - Looks like we are going to be needing much more of the good stuff. He took two 20ml syringes out of a bag. What the fuck was he going to do with them? I did not have to wait long to find out! Starting with himself then onto me he drew 20ml of blood from each of us. Using the syringe that had his blood in it he pointed it at my left pec and squirted out about 6 poinT 66 ml and used his finger to draw the number 6. He repeated this three times in total so I had a number 6 drawn in his blood on my left and right pecs and in between on my sternum, all of which to go with his blood he had smeared all over my face. I was then once again instructed to get on all fours with my knees more than hip shoulder apart, my arms holding me in the semi upright position facing the freestanding mirror and window. Master picked up the syringe that had 20ml of my neg blood in it and squirted about 15ml into his mouth where he swirled it about his mouth, then swallowed. Getting in between my legs he again entered me 12" balls deep. Taking the remaining 5ml or so of my blood in the syringe he squirted it onto my neck and smeared it all over, licking it up as he firmly gripped my hips and fucked me. I looked at him licking my neck and fucking me via our reflection in the mirror in front of the window and he was in his own world, like he was not having sex with me but just USING my body for his deep dark desires. Still holding onto my hips and fucking me he looked up from licking my now bloodied neck and into the mirror and into my eyes giving me a wide grin which when he did showed my blood dripping off of his fangs - What would you do to receive a blood slam tonight. - Oh, anything my Master. - Anything at all. - Yes Master - Anything! Continuing licking his lips his deep set eyes bored deep into my eyes via our reflections in the mirror.... - Would you give my Master your soul? - Yes, my Master. - Would you let my Master's creature of darkness from another world that lives underneath my home feast on your neck which would take you from this life and turn you into a creature just like him? What entity had Sir allowed to come into his home? Who really was Master Terry? I knew a dark force was present, but I did not care.... I was high on T and open to anything! For the next couple of hours my Master fucked me continuously with a steady pace and plenty of verbal. Towards the end of our fuck the verbal continued... - You are definitely HIV negative aren't you faggot-boy? - Yes, Master. - And it does not bother you that we are fucking without a condom even though I have an fast increasing HIV Viral Load now with over 14 Million copies and am about to cum deep inside you for a second time in two days? - No Master. PLEASE blood slam me, make it for real. - Damn, I'm getting pretty close. Remember when I first came inside of you a few nights ago I yelled out my Master's name? - Yes Master. - Well, I am about to again. But this time there will be three Hails. The first Hail will indicate I am very close to cumming. The second Hail will indicate that I can literally feel my dirty seed has passed the point of my ejaculatory ducts and is now hurtling down my urethra which will immediately be followed by the third Hail where I will call out my Master's name by which poinT I will be loading your neg cunt with my highly charged T☣️xiC-seed. If you wish to make him your ultimate Master you can join in with the third Hail with his name, but that will be your choice, your free will. His deep set eyes closed and he in a flash he came over with an intense concentration along with his pace of fucking speeding up. - Oh Fuck... Hail... My Master wants your soul.... The creature beneath my home wants to feast on your neck.... Oh fuck, FUCK... He started to grunt in between his breath becoming very erratic with his hands now digging even harder into my hips.... - FUCK YEAH, the second one is coming.... Hail.... That was his second Hail, so I knew there was less than a second until the first rope of dirty cum blasted deep into my faggot-boy cunt. His eyes were still shut but not for much longer. He slammed in his powerful 12" Fuck Weapon and held it there as I felt the first sensation of a warm and wet feeling begin to fill me up. His eyes flicked open and instantly focused onto mine via our reflection, and we both screamed in unison into the air of the full moon night.... - HAIL S-atan. His second huge t☣️xic load in two days was now flooding my very willing gaping warm and wet cunt. His neck tilted back thrusting his head towards the ceiling where a wild primal roar came from deep within his life force, and as this roar continued to erupt his mouth was wide open which showed off his fangs which I could see in the mirror with my blood still dripping off of them. His hands tightened their grip on my hips as my jaw extended my mouth open wide together with my forehead scrunching up due to the intensity of my body being USED reaching a crescendo. I was mesmerized by his primal roar, his wild animal like posture, and the contrast of our bodies together, not just the physical difference, but how one body was dominating the whole scene as the other submitted. And all this happening on Sir's bed!

Part 21: ''Chasing with Certainty'' He knelt before me and the needle pointed at my vein, literally only millimetres away from it. My Master suddenly became very still and quiet, and I could not help but notice his Fuck Weapon twitching, throbbing, and oozing ropes of dirty pre-cum. He was now super fucking hard!! This was really turning him on! And then something from out of nowhere abruptly shifted. Standing upright he placed the syringe loaded with his T☣️xiC brew onto the bed, and commanded that I kneel before him with my hands clasped behind my back, looking up at him, and to remain silent unless spoken to. This alpha-stud stood towering above this inferior worm, remaining silent, stroking his poz Fuck-Meat as more dirty pre-cum flowed out for which he scooped up and rubbed into my lips and above my lip beneath my nose. I could once again smell him and taste him as I licked my lips. Heavenly for this hog. - You want what is in that syringe over there, you will damn well beg for it. Now BEG! - My Master, I come to you to beg that you give me a blood slam tonight, right now in fact. Please Master, I as a faggot, a whore, a slut, a mere worm, am begging you to leave no doubt in anyone's mind if I have been knocked up tonight or not. Give me a guarantee and stick that dirty needle into my arm my Master. PLEASE. He did not say anything in return at first, just stood there stroking his T☣️xiC Fuck-Meat as another copious load of dirty pre-cum flowed out. This time he scooped it up and rubbed it all over my face. The stroking continued as he looked down at me - Master I.... Before I could beg another word he spat in my face then slapped it hard. Clicking his middle finger with his thumb he pointed towards his 20 hole boots.... - It is time you earned a bit of fucking respect around here. Now SHINE 'EM UP! - Fuck YES, Master. The atmosphere in the room was electric. Even though I was feeling super submissive alongside being high n horny I also felt this magical energy I had not felt before. Like a good little subservient and obedient faggot-boy I got to work on shining my Master's boots for him to a standard that he deserved. I had spent a good deal of time now begging in the form of my favourite past time of recent times; boot shining when those authoritative tones spoke once again.... - I have never understood nor been able to ever comprehend the whole aspect of chasing, and as truly fucked up as it is I am not one to judge. Now get the left hand side of your head flat on the ground and put your hands behind your back, and you only speak when you are spoken to. No sooner had I assumed that pozition I felt a 20 hole boot press down on the side of my face. - A good job you have done there faggot-boy. You always excel at boot shining. You do it exceptionally well. Now, I am going to ask you a question, but I do not want a knee jerk reaction. Once I have asked you I want you to whilst under my boot to really think about what I have asked, dig deep into your inner self, search within for a real and true answer. Really think from the deepest depths of your subconsciousness the path you truly want to travel. So, fag, do you wish to become infected with HIV? The question hit me in the gut. Not because it offended me, upset me, or scared me, but because I had literally taken all of what he just said on board and the gut punch was as a result of now being devoid of any knee jerk reaction or any kind of usual human emotion or pre-determined conscious thought whatsoever. I started to think really hard, and I started to poke about and dig in places I never knew existed before, places of inner awareness and consciousness beyond the outer layer. It felt like I had become lost in another dimension as I now dug harder than I ever had done in my life..... - Yes my Master, I wish. - Then nothing will stop what you seek. At this exact moment the bat that had been hissing and that was on the window ledge flew away. The boot came off of my head and I was now sat on the edge of the bed again, and the executioner of the night once again knelt before me, tapped for a vein and pointed the needle. Fuck, was this really it? My Master stared at the poinT.... - Fourteen Million and four hundred and fifty fucking seven thousand copies per ml. He then moved the needle away from my arm and put it back onto the bed. - Master, the slam?.... PLEASE.... My head was turned to the side so it now faced to the right, and with my neck now exposed my Master started to rub over it, over and over he rubbed it with one hand as his other hand stroked his T☣️xiC Fuck-Meat as he licked his lips.... And then he turned my head again so I faced him head on. Our eyes met and his eyes now appeared very dark yet animated. He smiled widely to reveal his fangs and started to laugh in a manner that would unnerve anyone. But I was not unnerved, no, I was consumed by the dark magical atmosphere. - You want to play, then lets have some real fucking FUN. He once again picked up the syringe with his T☣️xiC brew and pointed it at my vein. I felt the needle touch my skin. My eyes closed and I started to breath erratically, and then.... I felt a warm wet sensation on my face, my eyes opened....

Part 20: ''The Real Chase continues....'' - You like blowing meth clouds don't you faggot-boy? - Yes Master. - How about I give you a meth blast instead? - What is that, Master? - Where I slam this meth into your veins. You will fucking fly into the solar system. - Fuck YEAH. He tapped my vein, and in went the needle, and then in went the meth.... wh000000sH. The tourniquet came off and I was told to press on the cotton pad firmly over the puncture site. The high was much more intense than when I smoked it. I coughed, sweated, and immediately felt highly aroused and exhilarated, alongside being super alert with my heart beating faster and my breathing rate noticeably increasing too.... Damn, I was so fucking horny now, and I had a deep ache within for my cunt to be completely destroyed. My Master removed the collar and leash from me and began to very slowly lick my neck which sent surges of a physical electrical euphoria right through my inner core. FUCK! Those licks turned into grazing over the skin on my neck with his fangs which seemed to really turn him on as he groaned and grunted with pleasure... - Oh fuck, FUCK, your neck tastes so sweet. I so want to bite into it and drink your blood. Without saying a word I got up from sitting on the edge of the bed that faced the door, turned around so I now faced the freestanding mirror, the open window and the bright full moon beaming into Sir's bedroom, climbed onto the bed and into the centre, spread my legs out as far as they would go so my knees were now more than shoulder width apart, arched my lower back to push out my beefy ass to put myself in the perfect fuckable doggy pozition, and then tilted my head to one side as to present it to my Master for the taking. He climbed onto the bed and to being in between my legs where his hands gripped onto my hips as his T☣️xiC 12" Fuck Meat entered me balls deep. It was not his plan to fuck me now, but by putting my cunt out there for the taking he simply followed his natural instinct. No fuck just yet though, just talk... - What the fuck are you doing? - I did not give this instruction! - My cunt is yours to fuck my Master, and my neck is ready for you to bite it, go on, sink your fangs into my neck nice and deep and drink my blood. Take me.... - FUCK.... You should NOT do this! His breathing immediately became erratic as he started to fuck me with long powerful super hard thrusts, pausing for a few seconds on each balls deep inwards thrust. My head was still tilted to the side exposing my neck. In a highly aroused high n horny fucked up state I said out loudly in the direction of the window and out into the darkness lit up by the full moon..... - Please bite me and drink my blood, Master. The fucking stopped abruptly where my exposed neck soon found itself being stroked up and down with a few fingers.... - As hot and nasty as it is I cannot bite your neck. - Why not Master? - Because you'd bleed out. - Oh, I.... Before I could say another word a large bat flew towards the open window and landed on the window ledge when it immediately began to hiss in my Master's direction baring it's own fangs, who as soon as the bat started to hiss instantly leaned into my neck and took to sniffing it as he once again breathed erratically and heavily whilst licking his lips in a dark lust! - No, I mustn't.... The head and the upper body of the Man whose highly charged Fuck-Weapon was now buried deep in my faggot-boy guts suddenly jolted back with the grip on my hips tightening as my cunt took a wild-brutal-frenzied aggressive fuck during which he continuously let out a primal roar up into the full moon-lit air. He eventually slowed his pace of fucking down and took it to a pace of stop where he was in me balls deep which at this point he took the opportunity to speak.... - My Master has a creature of darkness from another world that lives underneath my home, very close by to my own dungeon in fact. This creature will most definitely want to feast on that hot neck of yours and will not be able to help himself... Master Terry promptly withdrew his T☣️xiC 12" Fuck Meat from my increasingly battered neg cunt and got me to sit on the edge of Sir's bed again. He picked up the 3ml syringe and tapped for one of his veins which was a lot more trickier than with me. Once located in went the needle, and 3ml of his highly charged essence quickly filled the syringe! The alpha-stud in the room stood upright and stepped back to admire me flying off of my weeping fag-boy tits and my current state of vulnerability as he held onto the 3ml of his T☣️xiC brew.... He KNEW I would let him do anything to me now! - You want me to inject this into your veins? It's what's called a blood slam! - Yes please, Master. - Are you sure? Because even though I have a super high Viral Load cumming inside of you does not guarantee you will seroconvert to becoming HIV positive. But a slam of this will definitely guarantee you will convert. - I am sure, Master. - Do you un-der-stand and consent to a blood slam and everything that comes with it, faggot-boy? - Yes, Master.

The final five parts coming right up....

Okay, so major update for this story. Firstly, thank you to all you pigs who want more for your patience. Right, the major news is I have for the FIRST time ever finished a story, I cannot believe it. I must have about a dozen stories here unfinished, and I am afraid that is how they will stay. This one however has as of just now the five final parts/chapters to share. However, when I post parts/chapters I always find myself making a few little tweaks to text after copying and pasting onto here.... BUT right now I am very sleep deprived so want to do it when I have had a good sleep. So all going well the final five parts/chapters will go out tomorrow night (24 hours or so.) I did do some rewrites but too many ideas and developments were hitting me for a potential sequel, so I have just cut several big chunks out as to wrap it up much quicker. I'll see you tomorrow! 😴

I do not know if someone has already responded to this comment as I am slowly working my way through this thread with reading, commenting, and giving any react emojis I wish to give in chronological order, thus have not read any comments beyond this point (on page 2 of the current 10.) Not everyone is solely interested in dick, if at all. Of course, if someone is a bottom that 'might' be all that is of interest unless someone also enjoys being fisted, rimming (give and receive), felching, and anything else I have not mentioned. Then there will be Tops who might enjoy taking advantage of any given dick present but their main interest will be an ass. And then of course there are Tops like myself who enjoy an ass and a vagina yet have zero interest in a dick whatsoever, and would much prefer it if a dick is locked away. The point here is not everyone is interested in one part of the anatomy and a setting such as a sauna or sex club sees a diverse crowd all of whom have differing needs and desires.

[Thirds].... Greedy, greedy, greedy! ''Please @viking8x6, I want some more'' .... How very Oliver Twist! 😆 As for 19, you old dog you 🐽 You are as old as the man you feel I always say 👅

@RawUK Going off topic here, but why not eh. As you state above I suggested that you could change your BZ handle to @FelchingPig. And now I have another suggestion for you, this time a change of profession.... There are those in this life that have the fortune of being wine tasters. I think you would be very well suited to being a cum taster. ''That one is a bit on the salty side. Hmmm, that one is a bit sweet. Yeah, this one is a little bitter. Oh YES, this one is just right, mmmMMMmmm. Yeah, give this one a few more hours to ferment in that cunt and it should be just right, I'll be back in a bit to re-taste this one.'' £250k per year, company car, and health benefits. How does that grab ya? 😆

Exactly, we're all human at the end of the day. Indeed.

Me too! 👅🐷

Before I read through the current 9 pages of comments and give reactions which I am sure will be done in more than one sitting I'll give my gut reaction to the original question - As I have a strong sexual attraction and a bit more to FTM's who I personally find super sexy then I would say more the merrier at a sauna and sex club. My greedy lust aside I don't see a problem having transsexuals at the aforementioned venues. Variety is the spice of life and all that, eh. And there is someone for everyone.

Lovely. I know there is a big rose in there just dying to come to full bloom! 🌹😈 Complete with Leather Harness too. Reminds me, on my ''must do that list'' is to reply to a recent-ish received message....

and I sincerely thank you @viking8x6 for expressing such kindness, humanity, and empathy, all three of which I very rarely observe if at all in present times. Less squabbling and fighting, and more listening and reaching out to connect with our fellow man. I truly think deep down the majority of our species are inherently good people. I could elaborate on that but it would be too long winded. Thank you again! 😊🧡

Me too. The contrast between original and change together in one package I personally find super hot and sexy. But as you say, each to their own. I am very pleased you all got to spend the weekend together and that Dan got fully loaded up with seed - Fucking lovely! 🐷👅 And a big thank you handsome for telling us all about it. The only thing that is a let down here is I wasn't there, lol. Damn.

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