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Can any of you point us toward some of this tumblr content you're talking about?

I have an Ampallang (see my pics if you don’t know what that is) instead of a PA, and I’m constantly being asked if it feels good to be fucked with it. [This always baffles me, by the way, because a) I make it clear I’m a total bottom, and b ) how would I know as I can’t fuck myself?] I digress. I would in any case hesitate to Top a guy with it because it’s made of steel, and no matter how smooth, it’s harder than the tissues of the rectum and they cannot resist the physical impact in the way they might resist the tissues of even the hardest cock. But what I would caution bottoms about more than the jewelry is to ensure that the wearer has fully healed from the piercing. If not, he is in essence potentially fucking you with an open wound. PAs generally heal within 4-6 weeks, but can take as long as 4 months. Other male genital piercings, like Apadravyas and Ampallangs, can take a year or more to fully heal. You can always request that the Top take the jewelry out if you’re worried that you might be injured, but don’t expect him to agree to do it for longer than 10 minutes (if he agrees at all: Submissives, Know Your Dom). Any longer than that, and the peircing may begin to close up. My Amp required a heavy gauge needle straight through my cockhead and took just over a year to heal - It doesn’t come out for anybody but a surgeon.

Heh. Just a word of caution for the uninitiated - if you haven't done poppers before, these 'trainers' aren't for first-timers. You can pass out using poppers. Been there, done that. Fortunately, I was safely bound to a St. Andrew's cross at the time and couldn't fall down, but check yourselves before you wreck yourselves...

Being used in front of an audience of other men is major for me. My first humiliation was a dominant guy who I was seeing holding me from behind and jacking me off to orgasm at a bar with about a dozen guys watching. I had never felt so helpless or vulnerable. Of course, since then I've had everything you can imagine done to me in front of a crowd, and sometimes the crowd gets in on the action. But it's just knowing that any man there could think, "I know what he made you do, and I could make you do that, too" that gets me. Also, treating me like property - for a Dom to give me to another man for fucking, without asking or saying even one word to me about it, is the brass ring.

Last Saturday was my birthday. I decided that rather than spend it alone at my house with the cat (a poor conversationalist) I would depart early for the Vapors bathhouse in Louisville and hope that some generous Top(s) would offer me loads of birthday presents, and basically fuck me in two. I planned to leave late in the afternoon, so eI burned a little time during the day watching Netflix, specifically an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine in which members of the station crew accidentally travel to the Mirror Universe. I only mention this because a ) it seems to have set the theme for the evening that followed, and b ) I hope maybe it will entice some of you more geeky types to fuck me - it never hurts to try. I started out heading to the local ABS, 7 minutes from my house, to buy a new bottle of poppers, because mine seemed to have lost some of its jolt. When I got there, the packed parking lot made me think: Hm! Perhaps the hour's drive to Louisville is surplus to needs... So I put on my silver servicee collar, went in, bought my poppers and entered the theater. I went directly to the gay theater, stripped down in front of a dimly lit room full of six or seven seated men, who promptly... remained seated. Until they eventually left, and were replaced by men who sat in their places and did not shift. They watched the gay porn, which was playing with muted volume while the straight porn from the next room blasted its volume loud enough for both. Eventually I noticed one guy jerking himself slowly, occasionally glancing at me, so I got up and sat by him, and whispered in his ear, "Would you like some help with that?" "No," he said, "there's an audience." I stayed 45 minutes without so much as a nod-come-hither from any of those Woody Wallflowers, and then I got dressed and left for Louisville. Think of that as my tumble down the rabbit hole into the bizarre. When I got to Vapors, I had barely got into my room and undressed when a college-age guy of probably Indian/Pakistani descent came in. It was his first time at the bathhouse (he said) and he asked about what people did and what there was to do. I explained about the facilities and the rooms, and that basically guys got it on just about anywhere, and what did he like? He topped, he said (joy) and would I like to play around (no shit) so he climbed on my bed and we got to it. Magnificent cock - just beautiful - at least 9.5" and not too thick. A superb fucking instrument. My pulse quickened a little at the thought of feeling it shafted all the way to the root into my tight ass, and I was going to reward him so-o-o-o well. But not instantly; I wanted some tongue time with it first, and he let me have it, until he finally said, "Can I fuck you?" My dear boy, how many angels can you fit on the head of a pin? That's a question you simply don't bother to ask. Yes, fuck me infinitely, world without end, Amen. He got me on hands and knees, lined me up, stuck the head in - My ass spasmed. This happens with me often on the first fuck of the day/night/session/whatever. I'll get a spasm of pain on entry, and have the Top pull out, wait five seconds until it subsides, and then I can take whatever get shoved into me all night, no problem. This time, I asked him to pull out, I waited five seconds, then told him to come back in. I felt his cockhead rub across my wet pussy, but he didn't re-enter. After a minute, he said, "I'm sorry - I already came." He came from sticking the tip in and pulling it out. I invited him to return after he recharged, but he never did. He just left his load soaked into my sheets. After that, crickets. By now it was 10pm Eastern Time on a Saturday night, and there was no one around in a city bathhouse. It was cold out, but for pity's sake... I finally got up, took a solitary steam and soak in the whirlpool, and then went upstairs to see if anyone had encamped in the TV room. I did find one guy there - I almost overlooked him, seated with his back in the shadows, jacking off slowly to the porn on the screen. I just stood in the doorway for two or three minutes while the clip finished, and then the guy got up and headed toward the door and me. Suddenly he stopped, and said, "Oh! I didn't see you there." He reached out and started touching me immediately, saying, "Is this okay?" and within a minute and a half the one-sided conversation had escalated to "Would you like to come to my room?" Why the fuck not? He was grinning like a Cheshire Cat the whole time, from the moment he saw me, and I have to admit there was something charismatically chemical - or perhaps chemically charismatic - about him. I'm mildly autistic, so other people's charisma usually just bounces off me with no effect, but this guy had me from the word "ho". We got to his room and the making out began. Normally it takes a hell of a lot to get me honestly hard, but he had me performance-hard with just a few caresses, and within five minutes, he was lying on his back on his bed with his ass tilted up for me to fuck him, and I, total bottom who had not entered another man in over a dozen years, did. After some thrusting, he climbed on top and finished me, before jacking off to a shuddering orgasm that shot clear over my shoulder with me still inside him. Then we did it all over again. After I took my leave, I went back, cleaned off, and resumed my station. I did take one load from a rather modestly-dicked man, and then I looked over my shoulder to see a line of three more waiting. The next one came in, looked at me closely, then went back out. When I turned around a moment later, they were all gone, like someone had shouted, "Clean cup!" and everyone suddenly had to jump up and change to a different place altogether without any reason whatever. Then, more crickets for half an hour. At last, my CL notice announcing me as a bottom taking anon loads got a bite, a man who wanted to know if I could come to him, not far away. I though, well, it's one certain fuck-and-load, versus possibly nothing really satisfying the rest of the evening at the bathhouse, so I dressed, packed my things, and checked out. While I was checking out, a sudden influx of men began coming in, perhaps six or seven, mostly individual, mixed ages, making me wonder if I had just made a horrid mistake. But the deed was done, and I went off to get my one certain birthday fuck. I arrived ten minutes later at a darkened apartment in which my summoner sat naked on a hard wood floor, evidently wanting to take the 'anon' part very seriously. He asked if I had any poppers, and said he had only used the kind that I had in my old bottle, so I pulled that out for him. I asked him what he liked, and he said, "I like to be fucked." Oh. Shit. He hadn't understood the ad. But I'm a sexual service submissive, and once I answer a call I don't just walk out if I can serve in some capacity. And I had, after all, just fucked another man, twice. "I can't promise you I'll be able to fuck you in a way that will satisfy you," I said. "Well, maybe you could just fist me," he replied. Wh-whathe-forcrying- I had never been fisted before, much less fisted someone else. I've studied up on fisting because I've seriously considered allowing a Dom to do it to me before, and I still may, but I had had no actual practicum. I told him so. He went into the other room and returned shortly with a towel, a two-cup glass measuring container full of resonstituted powdered ass lube, several pair of latex gloves, and a huge spreading dildo that he had been using to gradually train himself open. I sighed. "Have you ever taken a fist before?" I asked. "No. I had a guy try once, but he wasn't any good." "Look at my hands," I said. "My hands aren't huge, but they aren't petite, either. I know the basic theory for fisting, and I am familiar with the anatomy involved, and know the principal things to be cautious about. I cannot promise you that you will succeed tonight, but if this is what you want to do, I will try." We went to his bedroom, and I realized that if I was going to have any hope of relaxing him enough for this, I was going to have to start with massage. I gave him the abridged version of what I call my "high-risk" massage - the one that is risky because if I give it I stand a fair chance of leaving the Top either too relaxed to function, or outright asleep. His back was like one of the Red Queen's playing card soldiers, stiff and unyielding, but I finally got him relaxed enough to begin, and I discovered that he must have been using that stretching dildo fairly regularly. Then, for some utterly bizarre and, to me, inexplicable reason, it suddenly occurred to me that what his ass needed to relax better was a good fucking. So, for the third time that night, I, a total bottom, fucked a man. I didn't cum this time, but I gave a performance that I would have appreciated myself had I been the recipient. After that, he had indeed opened further, and, long story short, after about 20 more slow, careful minutes and lots of incredibly messy lube, I was up to my wrist in his ass - his first fist, and a milestone for him. "You're just awesome," he told me afterward. By the time I was ready to leave Louisville it was 5:30am, time for Krispy Kreme Doughnuts to open, so I stopped there and got a dozen. When I came out, I felt oddly as though I had stepped back through the Fucking Glass into the real world. I have absolutely no desire to fuck anybody. I am the fuckee, the cunt, the bitch, the boy pussy. I love it that way. In that Mirror Universe I saw another me who lived another way, and his sex life fucking weirded me out. As for loading me up on my birthday, thanks for nothing, Louisville. (The guy I fucked twice, by the way, was visiting from Nashville.) As for the rest of you, especially you geeks like me, live long and prosper.

DING ~ We have a winner. Porn is all about the visuals, and it's easy to reach a point of saturation with it so that you need something more titillating each time to get the same effect. So producers have to find actors with bigger, longer, more sexualized features, until now porn is more a caricature of actual human sexuality. That said, I have to confess that I have had a legitimate issue before with significantly undersized cocks. There does come a point at which a cock can be too small for satisfying fucking.

That gives a whole new meaning to the term "laying pipe".

Now see, looking at that pic, my reaction is that that looks like a perfect cock. The best fucks I've ever had, hands down, haven't been from guys with monstrous equipment, but rather from guys with reasonable length and good girth, who know how to use them. I absolutely -love- giving head to a cock that I can take right to the base without choking on it., and I can't get enough of a cock that rams my prostate every time it rides by. I know that all that sounds like a line somebody would give you if they were trying to get you to fuck them, but that's honestly my impression. Or, put another way, the fact that I'm trying to get you to fuck me doesn't make it any less true.

I had no luck at all tonight. But I did have a nice chat with a local guy who said that the Wednesday "Bear night" is usually hopping, as are Friday and Saturday nights. In Indy, the staff guy at The Works (who also fucked me ) said that midday is often busier than evenings. A couple of things I don't like as well about Vapors are that they don't have a dry sauna, and the bed in the room I got was both narrower and harder than the ones I've had elsewhere. Also, in the room tonight, the only lighting was situated -under- the bed, so it was hard to see what I was doing. Other rooms might be different, though. Oh, and their steam room is much roomier than the ones in Indy, which makes it harder to get really hot and steamy, as well as harder to "accidentally" brush up against other people. But there are plenty of dark corners around the facility, and the TV lounge upstairs is huge.

My luck with bathhouses has been patchwork lately. Right now it’s late Thursday night at Vapors in Louisville and I haven’t gotten a single fuck in three hours. Admittedly it’s freezing outside and that keeps people at home, but do you all find that there are consistent no-go days when it isn’t worth the trip?

I'm curious about this stomach upset thing, too. There have been two or three mentions of it in this thread, so I'm assuming that it's a thing for some people? Is it a matter of quantity, or simply that some people literally can't stomach it? I know that I occasionally find that I'm allergic to a guy's cum, in that it burns my skin, and I would assume that if I swallowed it it would disagree with me, but I've never had enough quantity down my throat at any one time (preferring rear delivery) that I would have had the experience if it were just a matter of too much of a good thing. Not to tangent off the original topic, but does anyone have experience with this?

1) How did you first learn about chastity? I discovered chastity in the context of orgasm control as I was getting started in the BDSM lifestyle. 2) What attracted you to it? As a submissive, any technique that gave the Dom control over my sexuality interested me. As it worked out, my Master decided to follow a track of training me for more orgasm rather than less, but he did employ chastity on a couple of occasions to emphasize his control. 3) What was your first sexual encounter involving chastity? Did you enjoy it? The sexual encounter itself didn't require me to be locked up; rather, I had to remain locked up for a period of a month and then could only remove the device once I had found someone to fuck me. I was then allowed to remove the device immediately before being fucked. 4) Have you had mostly positive reactions to being locked? Any negative ones? Indifference? Now I self-lock before going out to take loads at places like bathhouses and the ABS because the device makes it clear that I'm not there to have my cock sucked on. It's proven very helpful because if I don't wear it, they will not fucking leave my cock alone. I've got an ampallang piercing (if you don't know what that is, see the pics in my profile album) and that draws their hands like a magnet. I've got a nice Pipedream Metal Wörx steel chastity device (also see album pics) that still turns heads but makes it clear that my ass is what's on offer. The reactions so far have been entirely positive, both from the perspective of men appreciating the visual appearance of it on me, to the way the fact that I'm locked down excites certain Tops to want to fuck me. 5) What is your current status (locked vs unlocked, self-locked vs keyholder, etc.)? I self-lock for certain purposes, and sometimes just for the day under my clothes when I go to work or go out. 6) Do you have any goals related to chastity you hope to achieve (longer periods locked, personal goals related to denial, etc.)? I sometimes self-lock simply as a reminder to myself that my body is for other men's pleasure instead of my own. I find that the periodic reminder keeps my training fresh and keeps me hungry to satisfy other men's lusts.

I've been getting a lot of this lately - a Top decides he wants to fuck me, makes like he wants it, "Yeah, buddy, that pussy is all mine" etc., puts my body in position, fingers me up, checks if I'm wet, "Oh, man, that's a good wet boy cunt" etc., spreads my ass, lines up his hips, and... Limp noodle. Soft sausage. I mean, what? Now, to be sure, recently I've been servicing a more mature clientele, so I don't expect the raging steel rods of 20-somethings every time. I'm definitely not judging; I've been blessed in that at 50 years old I can still get it up, which is, when you think about it, actually wasted on a total bottom. But back in the early days when I did occasionally return the favor, I could tell instantly whether I was hard enough to penetrate an asshole, and when I wasn't. For guys who routinely Top, how can they not know? Also, how the fuck can they miss? What's with all this poking around? If you're 18 and a virgin, maybe, but how hard can it be to locate the hole with your finger, line the tip of your cock up with your fingertip, and slide it in? Yet over and over again, I get these guys jabbing me repeatedly over or under the target. This boggles me because all they have to do is look down and my fuckhole is right there. What do I need to do, get a target tattoo around my anus? I mean, it's not completely out of the question, but I'd rather do something more aesthetically clever. And then if they do manage to hit the spot, sometimes they'll ask, "Is it in?" What? You can't tell if it's in my ass? (Hint: If your cock is in my ass, you'll by God know it, because you'll think you've died and gone to Heaven. I'll make sure of that.) I absolutely don't mean to sound ungrateful. I'm grateful for every single cock that even tries to fuck my tight hole, and I'm willing to take responsibility for possibility that I might be part of the problem - my ass has always been particularly tight, and I don't do a lot of stretching. I've never been fisted (though I've always been tempted to try), never played with huge dildos, that sort of thing. I sometimes slowly open myself up with an anal speculum, but I've always been kind of proud of the way I can milk a cock with my ass, and enjoy the pleasure Tops seem to get when they fuck me, so I haven't wanted to compromise that. I guess it's possible that the result has been that I've made the door to paradise a little hard to get into. Maybe? But I do know that some damn huge visitors have pushed their way in like a rhinoceros walking through a Japanese rice paper door (and left nice presents). So I don't know. I do my best to work with everybody. I spend oral time trying to stiffen them up, I assume all kinds of positions, I use my own hand to line them up, but the bottom line is that if a cock isn't at least hard to a certain point, penetration ain't happening, and even if you do somehow stuff it in there, you're not going to be doing any thrusting. So explain to me why some Tops try to do it anyway. Wishful thinking? No access to Viagra? Is it just a case of now that they have actually scored some fantastic ass they're not sure what to do with it? The thing is, I know that it's no good asking all you Tops to tell me what I need to do, because the answer is going to be different for every single Top. For some of you, it will help if I act more helpless; for others, if I act more aggressive; for some if I go down on you, for others if I finger myself; some will get hard if I growl in your ear, others if I whimper; some need their nipples sucked, some need them bitten. Whatever. It's all good. Just know that it's okay if the plumbing doesn't work right then. I'd rather you didn't try to force the issue if you know it's not going to work, because it just sets us both up to be disappointed. Just because you're not quite ready to breed me at that moment doesn't mean you can't Top me in so many other ways. Your masculinity is what turns me into your bitch in heat, so spend some extra time showing me who's Top and why you like my body, and spend some time telling me how you like me to pleasure yours. Before you know it, there won't be any need for wishful thinking.

I love me a steam room. No, really, I just love to steam, never mind the shenanigans that also go on there. Until this last weekend when I learned about the existence of a bathhouse an hour's drive from where I live, I thought the nearest bathhouses were three hours away, which is why I seldom indulged in them - and why it took me three hours to get to this one, The Works in Indianapolis. I've also been to Club Indianapolis, which is very much the same in terms of facilities, except that Club Indy also has a jacuzzi. But jacuzzi or no, I liked the vibe at the Works. I went for the steam, but I'll be honest, I wouldn't have gone if I hadn't also fully planned to make myself a bathhouse whore for a couple of days. I booked myself a hotel room, made sure I had all my necessary gear, lube and the cash to get in, and settled in for a long winter's fucking. I arrived about 9:00pm on Friday evening, set up a CL ad and a BBRTS QuickConnect ad and stayed until 4:00am. On Saturday, I went back at noon and stayed until midnight. Over the course of 19 total hours spent there, I scored seven loads in my ass and four swallowed, and I was fucked between four and six times by men who didn't cum because they didn't want to spend themselves too quickly. I won't try to give a moment-by-moment account, but here are a few high points: If you had walked by the open door to my room, this is what you would have seen - me whoring my ass to any anon Top who wanted it. Not the best picture, but on the left side you can get a glimpse of the yellow note I left on the bed which read, "Bare Preferred - Please Feel Free To Cum Inside ". You can also see a hint between my legs of the steel cock & ball cage I wore so everyone could see what I was there for. It really seemed to help. What you can't see in the picture is the silver steel collar I'm wearing. My ads all said I could be identified by my silver collar. I figure the more I can do to cut down on the negotiation and make it clear that I'm an available target, the better. Friday night ended up being fairly slow, and I took my first two loads in my mouth. I had a couple of nibbles from CL and Grindr replies, but nothing panned out. (The Grinder reply was a 19-year-old with an avatar that showed the sidewalk. He said, 'Send me dick and ass pics.' I answered, 'Says the guy with pavement for an avatar. Dude, I'm at the bathhouse, and my holes are in demand. If you want some of this, come on in, otherwise, peace.' He had the gall to reply, 'Let me see a pic of that ass.' I left the little douche hanging.) In the end, my sole fuck load for that night came from one of the staff who had gotten off work and tagged me. I guess working there must have perks. Things picked up on Saturday. My first fucking was in the steam room, which was... well, hot. Then a man tried to mount me in the dry sauna, but he was too soft. Another guy wanted my mouth there, and filled it. After that I went up to the room and put myself in the shop window. It didn't take long at all. A couple of times I felt hands check out my ass, open my cheeks, and check my hole, just for the heck of it, and not take full advantage, but two anon loads stacked up in pretty short order. Then a Dom Top came in and not only knew what he wanted, but took it. It was refreshing to be commanded and controlled in such an experienced way - almost like my old master did. After his first fucking he told me he'd be back. Another man came in and told me to get up on the bed on my hands and knees and rough-fucked me until I couldn't help the volume of sounds I was making, and he didn't try to stop me. I was trembling when he finished, and he said, "When I recover, I'll be back to tap that again." I took a break to the steam room and sauna, and then went to the room where they have a sling. I positioned myself in the sling, and almost immediately and older, stocky gentleman came in and lined himself up to use me, but his cock had a distinct kink in it close to the base, and he wasn't able to enter me. I escorted him back to my room and tried different positions to help him get inside me, but it was very difficult, so we just settled for oral and he filled me up that way. I was glad I could help him get some relief. Not long after he left the Dom Top returned and this time he took his time with me, this time flipping me onto my back and making me hold my legs up and out. He told me he wanted me to look straight at the ceiling while he fucked me, which I did. After he bred me, he spent a while finger-fucking me until I was nearly insane with the intensity of his digits running across my prostate. Finally he told me that he was leaving, but that I was to maintain that position with my ass up, legs held open and hole exposed toward the door for several minutes to see if anyone would be drawn in by it. No one actually used me that way, but I was sharply aware of several men pausing at the doorway and staring in at my vulnerability. About half an hour later, the rough-fucker reappeared to "tap that again" and, if it were possible, he was even rougher, and came harder. When he was done he slapped me on my bare ass so hard it could be heard halfway across the floor. "Great ass!" he said, and left. I never saw him. It quieted down as the evening drew on, and I was getting tired, so I decided to take one more steam bath and call it a weekend. I took off my cock cage and went downstairs. But in the steam room an asian gentleman got up as soon as he saw me and began (or course) playing with my cock, which (dammit) got hard. "You have room?" he asked, in broken English. I led him upstairs, and he proceeded to full-on sexual intercourse for over half an hour. I don't think there was a square millimeter of my body he didn't touch, including the deep kissing. It wasn't until after he had very thoroughly bred me and taken his leave that I suddenly realized that I had never, to my knowledge, been bred by an asian man before. I also had a blast just having a conversation with a hot young guy with his ass hanging out of a pair of panty hose. Gotta love a bathhouse. Best of all, in less than a month, the same bathhouse is hosting CumUnion in Indianapolis! I've already got a hotel reservation.

Friday evening and Saturday noon to midnight at The Works bathhouse in Indianapolis. Total 7 loads bred and 4 swallowed, plus several dry fucks by guys not wanting to end their stay early. What's that? Details, you say? Stand by - I'll post an account in the Your Last Load Stories section as soon as I've recovered.

This isn’t quite what the topic is asking for, but I think it points to the potential limitations inherent in any technological approach to something as biological as cruising for man-sex: <Siri request> ”Hey Siri - Find me some cock.” There’s no need for that. Au contraire, Siri. I beg to differ. My need for cock is not only real, it’s making my anus twitch. Technology: Fail. </Siri request>

Once upon a time, a person's life could be ruined by gaining a reputation as a "whore" or even just a "slut". In some circles, slut-shaming is still a thing (ask Hester Prynne). Even in places where religious and moral judgments aren't brought to bear, there's still a kind of market economy equation that dictates that scarcity = value; if a thing is easy to get, it must not be worth much, if it's worth having at all. Here at BZ, we find men who fly their Slut and Whore Flags proudly. The terms are even integrated into the site hierarchy. But when it comes down to fantasy versus actual fucks counted, braggadocio versus balls unloaded into asses, is there still any stigma attached to those of us who will actually ass-up for anyone, anytime? Does advertising ourselves as the opposite of hard-to-get make us less desirable? Does it suggest that we lack self-esteem or self-respect or that there's some reason we're not top-shelf ass that almost nobody gets to fuck and therefore everybody wants to? A man took me and trained me for five years to be a cumdump bottom. No shit. I'm not making this up, this actually happens. Maybe I was always headed for this, maybe not, I don't know, but all I can say is that now I know for a fact that the purpose for my sexual life is for as many men as possible to fuck me. It's a purpose that drives me. I want this. I need it to happen for me to feel that I have fulfilled a part of my reason for being. I have to assume that there are some guys who would hear that and think, "That's fucked up, man." I'm not a psychiatrist, but it doesn't feel fucked-up to me. It feels natural and liberating. I also have to assume there are those who hear that and say,"Yeah, right, trained to be a sex toy. Nice story, bro." I already realize how it sounds, but what can I say, it actually happened to me. For the rest, I assume there are some who will read it and think: "That's hottt" and others who would simply think: "Easy ass" and both would wonder, "How far away is he and is he looking right now?" But is there some percentage of those who read it and think: "Ew. I don't want to fuck someone everybody's fucked. He must be a loose/skanky/sketchy/dirty/low/gutter/messed-up/drugged-out/non-self-respecting slutty whore." Of course, for some here, that would all be taken as high praise, but stick with me. In all honesty, when I come out in total honesty and advertise my holes as open to all cummers, does that turn some of you away? Do we eager sluts do ourselves a disservice by being too eager? Do we actually turn away more than we attract? I don't know the answer to this, and I would really like to, because I don't know any other way to be than completely honest about myself. If I'm offering something nobody wants, I'd rather be told than sit here with my ass hanging out (literally). Your candid views are always appreciated, and may I say what a pleasure it is to have a place like this where I can even ask such a question.

One night at camp a guy took me on top of a picnic table. He spent time at it, like well over an hour, to the point that I was sore afterward. It was so dark I couldn't see his face clearly even though he flipped me onto my back for part of it. It went on so long (and I guess I was so vocal) that we drew an audience of six or eight more men who gathered around in a semicircle to watch. I remember this vividly because there had been a party that night where they had handed out those long luminescent rods you can link together into circles. At one point, one of the watchers stepped forward with a bundle of those glowing luminescent rods and set them on the end of the picnic table about two feet from my face - he wanted to see my face while I was being fucked. I hadn't been able to see the man fucking me. I hadn't been able to see who had gathered in to watch me being bred. And now, blinded by the glow that clearly showed everyone else my O-face, I couldn't see anyone else at all. It wasn't just anonymity, but public anonymity, with my most intimate vulnerability on display, and as the realization of it sank in on me, the thrusting of the cock in my ass became the center of my universe and I just closed my eyes and let my body do what it wanted. That's what they all came to see, anyway. After it was over and everyone had cleared out, I was the only one left there at the table, and I knew that when the sun rose, there were men around the camp who would look at me and look at each other and know, "We all saw him get fucked last night." But I would never know who might be thinking that, and I would never know whose cock had filled me, or whose cum had seeded me. It was a complete affirmation that my purpose is for men to fuck me. Every time a man cums inside me and walks away unseen, it just feels right. There is no way I could ever get enough of that.

Back to the bookstore for three more loads tonight, regrettably all swallowed. “Regrettably” as in “not bred deep into my ass”, but far be it from me to complain about •any• load another man wants to pump into me. At one point I had a cock in each hand and one in my mouth, trying to rotate between them and do them all justice. Still, there seems to be some dynamic about the adult bookstore scene that I’m not catching onto when it comes to sending out the message that “The fucktoy is in position: Gentlemen, start your engines.” I mean, I’m basically naked except for my boots, socks, cap, and a pair of backless jock-briefs. It’s below freezing outside, so it ought to be clear to even the slowest among them that there’s a •reason• my ass is on display, shouldn’t it? Yes, head is often the expected preamble to fucking, I get that. It probably didn’t help matters that the first guy I wrapped my lips around told the whole room that I was a fantastic cocksucker. (I dispute this; I think I probably give very mediocre head because my mouth is too small and I can’t deep-throat no matter how much I practice. An agile tongue can only take you so far. Besides, I’ve managed to suck my own cock before, so I can speak from experience.) On this particular Saturday evening, the cold westher kept some people home. Inversely, this also had the effect of bringing at least one homeless guy into the theater to sleep on one of the couches. I don’t blame him at all, but his presence And that of a clearly CD guy who looked basically like someone’s (homely) mother put a major damper on my general fuckability. Add to this the two gay guys who sat right outside the theater door and held a loud conversation about personal finance and home decorating (I shit you not) and it started to become difficult to maintain a hard-on, let alone score an ass-fucking. So far, the last two visits to the ABS have netted me five losds, but only one by breeding. I’m beginning to wonder whether I ought to stick to hotel hosting with ads that specify that I’m only taking breeders. The ABS might work out better if I used the glory-holes, but I’ve never liked that method. *Sigh* Men are strange animals. But my tongue sure likes the way they taste.

Three more loads at the ABS tonight, but all swallowed - no fucks were given.

263 And I didn't really start until I was 37 years old! It's too bad, though, that the values have no way of reflecting the number of times you've done something or the degree to which you've done something. Electroturture? You. have. no. idea... o.O

Last night at the ABS, I took the advice of another cumdump I had been talking to on BBRTS, and stripped down to my jock, socks and boots. Before long, a man sat down next to men and started watching the video and pulled out his equipment. "Can I help you with that?" I asked. "Sure," he said, and spread his legs, so I got down between them with by bare ass cooling in the air. There were three other guys watching, including an older guy who was really friendly, but was kind of like the guy doing the color on the sports broadcast and would NOT shut up but kept describing what was going on to everybody. You get these types sometimes. Anyway, after I got my man good and hard with tongue-work, I looked up at him and said, "Can I take a ride?" He said, "If you want to." I asked him if he wanted me back or front, and he said he didn't care, so I impaled myself on him with my back to him so he could watch it going it. I rode him like that for a while with the announcer keeping up the narration, until the guy finally asked me to get up. The chatty guy asked if he had cum, and he said he hadn't, so I sat back down. In a minute, the Announcer got up and went to another part of the bookstore, and the guy I had been working on got up and gestured for me to bend over the couch. He got on his knees behind me and fucked the hell out of me until he blew his load into me before the Announcer could come back. The other guys watching said it was great. Shortly after that, a new guy came in, and when I asked if I could do anything for him, he said, "I would really love some head." I replied, "Fortunately, I have one." He didn't want to fuck, but he filled my mouth and said I was "intense". I swallowed and thanked him very much. One load in both ends. Not too bad for a slow Thursday.

hungandmean - Recon is one place to look - I found my former Master of five years there. It wasn't a smack-me-around kind of relationship, but it was a Master-submissive relationship, and although he's moved on to a permanent relationship with someone else, we're still close friends. Another avenue you might try is FetLife. FL isn't a hookup channel, it's more of a fetish community, and a way to get connected with the IRL fetish communities in your area, which is the only way you're going to actually get into a relationship in the first place. Any Dom/Sub relationship is like any other kind of human relationship: They Take Time. You get back what you invest in them. You want to mold the person? Fine. Look at it like planting a garden. It will take a season for things to come to fruition, and it will take sweat, and hard work (and plowing, ha ha get it out of your system) but you're going to be in it for the long haul if it's going to amount to anything, for both of you. And he's going to have to be the right guy for you, and you for him, and that's just peachy, ain't it, because wouldn't it be great it we had a detector for that? We don't, and that's because Power Exchange relationships are very complex and a lot deeper than most people realize. (I'll never forget one evening at camp when I was being rough-fucked on a picnic table by a Dom Top who was calling me a cunt every third word and a his bitch every second sentence, and somehow I managed to overhear the voice of a young guy in the audience (yes, the audience) saying, "How can he talk to him like that? Who does he think he is?" before an older and wiser man shut him up.) The negotiations have to satisfy deep-seated needs on both sides for it to work. Just because you have a need to apply some rough treatment to a sub doesn't mean that's enough for the sub; there's probably going to be more to it, and if you don't realize that the sub is always the controller of power in a Power Exchange, you've got the wrong end of the stick anyway. The Master who trained me - in a very real, very very effective mental sense - to believe that I am, in fact, meant to be a cumdump and a sexual service for other men, the man who trained me to orgasm on his verbal command and could make me do so at this moment, was not the perfect match for me. That man is still out there, somewhere. I may never meet him. Maybe it's just as well, because God knows what that man would turn me into. But, and I say this with all due respect to Skinster's experience above, the only way to be certain you won't find yours is if you never start looking. All I can tell you is that there is a submissive out there wistfully wishing he could find the right Dom who would take him in hand in just the right way for him. How do I know this? Because I'm one of them.

Although, since you're going to be in chastity, you might want to show off the chastity cage and a leather jock might not do, so how about a short harness or maybe just a good leather collar, something to give the cuffs balance along your midline? I made my own leather service gear, and wore wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and a collar with pointed studs every time I got naked. (My ankle cuffs are actually visible in my avatar!) Those cuffs saw me through soooo many loads and soooo many orgasms... The last time I went to camp I went by the tree where they have some bondage chains tethered and I found a young sub with a sweet ass there with his hands sort of twisted in the bondage chains pretending to be hooked up, waiting to be used. I took my wrist cuffs off right there and put them on him and hooked them into the chain, and whispered in his ear, "These are for you. These cuffs have done good service." I kissed him on the lips, felt up his ass, and left him there. I couldn't have retired them better.

*Nods* Leather with leather. Make it a set.