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@Memphian - You may want to wear shower shoes or flip-flops or something. One man’s gross is another man’s hott, and there’s no accounting for taste. I might add, I think that’s the first time I’ve seen anyone use the word “gross” in the entire time I’ve been on BreedingZone. Did you forget where you were?

Depending on where you live, it may even be legal for cousins to marry one another. In the U.S., marriage between second cousins is permitted in all 50 states, and marriage between first cousins is permitted in 24 states (Kentucky, ironically, is not one of them). This ends up being a matter of what’s going on in your own headspace regarding cultural taboos, especially as the genetics issue doesn’t enter into it. Just don’t marry into the family...

Regardless of which of the possible scenarios that have been suggested to you above turns out to be the case, he sounds like all the trouble that comes with poor communication at best, and game-playing at worst. Unless his ass was Heaven and a Rolls Royce to boot, I’d move on...

I've been giving some thought to this since you posted the topic. These are deep waters. The term "humiliation" carries so many nuances of meaning, carting along concepts of humbling, shame, degradation, loss of status, loss of quality, loss of respect, loss of honor, and so on. Yet do we in this context actually feel humiliated when a Top does something to us or makes us do something humiliating? And if so, why do we claim to enjoy, even crave it? My greatest gratification in humiliation comes from knowing that other men have witnessed me being used in ways that lower my standing among men, and knowing that the change is permanent - I cannot cause those things to un-happen. Sooooo many eyes have watched other men rut me with their cocks and shoot their semen into and onto my body. Sooooo many eyes have watched other men force my body to give up my intimate orgasm and my cum for nothing more than their salacious amusement. Soooo many eyes have watched my eyes roll back in my head, and my toes splay out in involuntary climax at another man's hand. I have been bound upright to a device that drove a 12" dildo vertically upward into my ass excruciating slowly, as an impalement - in front of an audience. I have had electricity run from my anus to my cocked and across my balls until my back arched like the St. Louis Arch and my cum erupted past my ear - in front of an audience. An entire audience once played a party game to see how many times they could make me orgasm using a hypnotic trigger. I have had 18 gauge needles run through each of my testicles. My body has been given to men by other men for their use, and I have had no input. I have been gang-fucked, and I have been fucked by four men rotating ass-to-mouth as each took his turn with me. I could go on and on. The point is, while the humiliation gives me the thrill of someone humiliating me, I am not actually humiliated by it. Yes, it's true that I take other men's cocks into my anus and let them pump their fluids into my body. I can't deny it, and I know that in some circles men would consider me a lesser person for it. But I don't feel like a lesser person. If men get the idea that they can treat me this way - good! I want them to see me as one they can turn to to fulfill their needs I'm not sure if this makes any sense, because I don't know if it even makes any sense to me. I just know that the next time I'm being fucked and I suddenly realize an audience has gathered to watch him fuck me... it'll be bliss all over again.

I was wondering if anyone could help me find a clip that I know someone has posted a link to on here before - it’s a Kink.com piece, probably from Bound Gods or 30 Minutes of Torment or one of those. It shows a guy tied down to a floor frame with his legs pulled back, and the Dom Tom has mounted a fucking machine made of a saws-all at his hole with a hefty dildo on it. The crude fucking machine doesn’t have very sophisticated speed control, and when the Dom sets it to high speed, it fucks the bottom guy brutally until he shoots a load. What makes this one special is that as soon as he shoots, he’s ready to be done, but the machine isn’t, and his expression and his cries betray a very real vulnerability until he exerts every muscle in his body and just manages to pull his hole out of reach of the mechanical rapist that never gets tired. I tell you, that guy deserved some aftercare. I’m not usually big on porn, but really would like to run that one down again and live it vicariously - until a chance comes along to try it myself someday... Anybody know the clip?

I would have thought that a bottom getting fucked whilst sleeping would be an uncommon event - I have never dozed off in any of the many, many hours I’ve spent in bathhouse rooms with open doors, but I’ve always assumed that anyone who came upon me asleep would just think, “Oh, he’s sleeping,” and move on. Most Tops say they don’t enjoy a lazy bottom, and you don’t get much lazier than asleep. You could as easily fuck a bushel bag of beans and get the same reaction if the guy doesn’t wake up. Which brings me to: How can you not wake up when someone begins fucking you? I suppose some people are really deep sleepers, but are we really here just talking about guys messed up on drugs? I noticed that an earlier poster said that he never passed out but often blacked out - well, what’s the difference, and if there is one, if you blacked out, how would you know if you passed out in the meantime? Why is this even desirable except to give a guy something to fap to after the fact? I’d rather be awake to anticipate a fuck - and savor my active participation in it when it happens. Besides, bathhouse bottoming is like fishing - if you want to be successful you have to know how to use your bait. If you just lay it out there like something dead, you aren’t going to be very appetizing. But if you’re alert... and at just the right moment, when they think you don’t know they’re looking, you twitch your ass - hooked. 🙂

Everything I post - other than the occasional story in the labelled fiction area - is absolutely true, and happened to me. Hell, I couldn’t make half my shit up anyway. My sexual experience has turned out to be so far off the chain that I live in constant fear that guys assume I’m bullshitting as it is, when I’m telling the verbatim truth. That’s part of the reason why I sort of part company with those who say there’s nothing wrong with guys writing their fantasies and claiming they actually happened - it makes it harder to know who the real sexual adventurers are, and whose experience to pay attention to.

This isn’t quite what the thread is asking for, but I generally don’t find men repulsive (at least until they open their mouths and reveal their bigotry or stupidity) - to me, a man is a human being with human needs, and the outer appearance is just detail. That’s why I will let any Man fuck me. But. There was one man who began stalking me when I was with the Louisville bondage club, and I really, really wanted him to go away. I won’t get into the long story except to say that I shortly found him repulsive. One night he cornered me and pushed me backward across a table and began feeling me up (I was naked, in service mode). No one else was nearby. My skin scrawled everywhere he touched it, and when my eyes met his, I saw a sick, lecherous hunger that cared nothing for anything but itself. Then he started jacking my cock, and I’ll never forget his hands - strong, deft hands from sorting the mail - he went by “postal*paul”. Those hands knew exactly how to make a reluctant cock obey, and to my horror, I felt an orgasm building inside me that I absolutely did not want to give him. He got it anyway. A really strong one that shot all the way over my shoulder and left my whole body shuddering and ashamed. He grinned a slow, shiny grin as he lubed my sensitive cock over with my own cum. At last I rolled sideways and took off for the safety of the group, and afterward took measures to have him expelled from the club for stalking. But in case anyone has an idea that I actually secretly wanted this repulsive man to do what he did, or secretly enjoyed it, you’re wrong. The shame of that orgasm remains with me even today. Ironically, though, had he penetrated me, and had the orgasm been his, inside me, I doubt I would feel the same sense of shame - the scriptures tell us that what defiles a man isn’t what is put into him, but what comes out of him...

You must be, like, freaky endothermic. In midsummer Dallas is hotter than hell, and there’s nothing between Big D and the Arctic Circle but a couple of strands of barbed wire, so in February it gets colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra. I spent four years alternately baking and freezing at SMU.

Really? Is this true? I can’t imagine ever tapping out of a fuck, no matter how long it went on, and I’ve endured some pretty excruciatingly painful fucks that lasted...

This is counterintuitive, by the way; sperm thrive optimally at around 4 degrees below body temperature, so one would expect cum to be cooler than the rectum, which is about a degree higher than the mouth. Inquiring minds now want to know, which obviously means I need to go get multi-fucked to gather data.

Now this is an interesting observation, and one that I can confirm, though only from what I’ve happened to notice with my own hole from time to time. In the interest of good science, I think next time I’ll pull out the thermometer from my first-aid kit and take readings between loads.

I think that for many of us it’s just a way of designating a sexual function to our anuses that is very specifically not related to defecating, and is more descriptive and evocative than simply “hole”. It’s certainly not necessarily a fem thing; CD/TG play is a hard limit for me, but I still call my hole a cunt. I don’t usually call it a pussy - much less a “bussy” or any of those other hybrid abominations guys have come up with because they don’t want to be caught using female terms - but it doesn’t bother me if a Top calls it that. There’s a quite different - and in some ways separate - culture on these boards if men who embrace feminization, cross-dress, and use feminine terms for both their holes and their cocks (“my little clitty”). I have a very poor understanding of that underlying psychology, so I can’t really explain it, and from a point of personal arousal, it turns me off like hitting a switch. But someone from that sphere may be able to give insight on whether, or to what degree, the use of such words is intentionally feminizing.

Given that every village these days seems to be so bottom-filled, that’s got to be a huge frustration for you. How do you cope with the reality? (I’m a Capricorn - we have horns, too ?)

While it sounds like both of you came out winners from the encounter... who “won”, and how could you tell?

Here’s another wrinkle on the topic - explain: What’s up with these guys who have no intention of hooking up with you, but keep on messaging you for hours to ask if you’ve got any more loads? I mean, if it’s voyeurism it’s imaginary voyeurism because they haven’t seen anything. And if it’s vicarious living, it’s third-rate vicarious. For me, it’s just annoying.

“How many loads have you got?” Is a ubiquitous question with prospective hookups, and it’s a bit of a minefield because you don’t know whether the Top is asking because he prefers a clean hole, or because he wants sloppy seconds. I’ve been turned down before for both reasons.

I think you missed the point of the question. This is brutal penetration using a dildo. No actual cocks or cum involved.

Lately I’ve had a few incidents - the most recent here at CumUnion a few minutes ago - in which men will find me ass-up in the hotel or bathhouse and use my thick, 8” dildo to fuck me incredibly brutally. Count to 20 as fast as you possibly can, and you’ll get an idea how fast the thrusts are going. And they’re expert at getting every last millimeter of it possible inside my ass, moving my legs for the deepest penetration. I take it, of course, as though it were an actual cock, and count it as an actual fuck. But I have to say I don’t understand it. Can any of you explain this brutality? Because there’s no way a fuck with an actual cock could be as brutal.

I seem to recall a guy referring to it as his “gunge”. Not an appealing epithet. I also agree that using the word “gravy” for cum in any context is full of nope, and I’ve just never understood associations with butter...

That’s a quite different dynamic than what most of us are talking about here, or have practiced. As a trained sexual service submissive, I might even -respectfully - question whether one is actually in a submissive role if one controls the list of potential Tops. The Top choosing from such a list isn’t expressing his desire or his discretion - he’s simply implementing the bottom’s, and that’s not the same thing at all. That’s not intended as any sort of critique of your choice, by the way. Good for you for knowing your limits and sticking to them.

I even have a Deed to my body that I will occasionally sign over to a Top so that he has full, unfettered ownership of me and my holes. I only surrender that completely to select Tops, and usually only to those who have indicated that they intend to choose who breeds me. @FelchingPisser has owned me this way before, and made good use of the opportunity at CumUnion. It’s not that common to find Tops that really relish the power and control that comes from having the right to choose who fucks another man, but when I find one, I do whatever he wants, and love every second of it. ?

As a regular visitor to the Indy baths, I’m going to buck the trend and suggest you try The Works on North Keystone Ave. Club Indy is a nice facility, but I have found the clientele there to be younger and more prone to drama. The men who come to The Works are more of a mix, but pretty laid back on the whole, and the management is friendlier. The Works doesn’t have a hot tub, but you can get larger rooms there than at Club Indy. And of course The Works hosts CumUnion on the second Saturday each month. I’ll be there for April’s party on the 13th, so if you go on that day, find me and I’ll be glad to show you the ropes.

For me, somehow the introductions always seem to happen after I’ve been fucked...

@Guygonebad - What’s your secret to getting those kinds of numbers to actually show up for a gangbang? The conventional wisdom is that only about 1/4 of the guys who say they’re going to participate actually do. To the OP - I echo the suggestion that you look for a hotel with room doors that open to the outside. That’s my first criterion in selecting a hotel for breeding. Unfortunately, these seem to be fewer in number than enclosed hotels, so you may have to hunt around. Also, don’t shy away from budget motels. Don’t pick a run-down roach motel, but you can get a reasonably cheap room that’s halfway decent in the two-star range.