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They are the best! I ve been sucking quite some married random men lately that my boss brings to me. The way we sluts feel used by them does not compare to anything. Giving them pleasure and serving them while caged really put us in our place.

Thank you. I ve been going even deeper. There s more about me and this guy but in the sissy TS section.

Funny how everyone remembers machofucker for its tops... It was more than that! It's true that the tops are amongst the best I know : Mauricio, Igor, Esteban, Troy, CutlerX, Sergio,... but what about the bottoms !!! The Artist, Osian, Ricky Ibañez, Lucas Di Fubbiano and Nick Lavelle! These guys knew how to forget their pride and just surrender to the tops. I think they are the best. Role models.

Me too ! TT boy was hot and Brandon was a real beast !

Rocco Siffredi is so hot. And he brought us so much studs : Chris Diamond, Nacho Vidal,... There is one straight black porn star (don t remember the name) who is now fucking some trannies on film. Who knows? Maybe some other guys will go further... Would be hot to see them manhandle our bottom stars.

Totally agree ! Why don t we get some of that in gay porn ?!

I know this black straight dad who is using me lately has filmed me one night he was fucking my mouth like crazy. It was the first time something like that happened to me and I wish I could have avoided it but he had made me drink alcohol and in the end I gave up. I do pretty much anything for him... I know he has me making a mess of myself impaling my face on his cock and saying straight into the camera that I m a white fag, a slut for muslim cock or something like that. That made him laugh and showed him I m a good sub whore for him.

He saw right through me the very first time we met. How is it even possible ?

Thanx @Barebackbottommand @Anonversecuck. I m still disappointed he didn t show up himself but still I think I m finding my purpose as a caged fag. I wish I had someone to talk about this all and share these mixed feelings. These forums are helping a lot, though.

He called me like one hours ago. His voice was sweet, seductive. He called me baby several times. He was driving, certainly his cab across the city. He asked if I was home. I said yes. Asked me if I was ready to be a good girl. I said yes. My heart was beating fast. I never know what to expect from him, all I know is I want to serve him so bad. - I have someone for you, baby? - Someone? - Can you dress up now and... be nice to him, baby? You do that for me? I couldn't believe it! He was calling me out of the blue to ask me in the sweetest way if I could "work" for him! - Are you there? - Yes. - So? Can we come? - Yes, I answered automatically, unable to think, just excited. - Ok. Ten minutes. Dress up and be good to my guest. - Ten minutes? - Yes, just your mouth, baby. He hang up. I rushed to put on a thong, a red very tiny short and some thigh high socks. I put on some lipstick and was happy with what I saw in the mirror. I was looking slutty and this time I was consciously being whored out by my black taxi driver. It was a mix of fear and excitement I can't exactly describe. Was it a guy he picked up in his cab? A guy he knows? What would he look like? Would my pimp come up with him? Does he do that often? Does he have other "girls"? To many questions were invading my mind while I was standing in front of my whore self reflected in the mirror next to my front door. I dimed the lights. A knock on my door. My heart stops. I open. The man standing in front of me doesn't look bad. Around 50 yo, tall, grey hair. He wears a dark blue suit, a tie, and looks a little bit nervous though his pants are already unzipped as he steps into my hall staring past me, like he's inspecting the place. I close the door behind him saying hi. I hear him spit in his hand and he turns back to me stroking his nice semi hard uncut dick. - Suck my cock. I go down on my knees and directly swallow his wet dick. It grows and hardens in my mouth as I blow him. I m holding my ankles and sucking him deep, nice and slow. I want him to enjoy the ride. I try to make eye contact but he doesn t look down at me. He stares at the wall in front of him. He moans. I moan. At one point a take his meat out of my mouth and ask him if he wants to sit down and relax while I suck his thick cock. He doesn t answer anything. Just takes my head with his two big hands and without looking at me pushes his cock inside my face again. From that moment I focus on not gagging, on providing him a soft open mouth for him to fuck as long as he needs to. He ends up like totally riding my face and fucking slowly but firmly, one hand in my forehead pushing me down, the other one on my neck, holding me in a good position for him. The feeling is awesome. I am rock hard in my short as I didn't put on my cage. But I don't touch myself cause I don't know if that may ruin it for him. Suddenly he fucks my face harder and cums abundantly inside my mouth. He grunts. I moan. I swallow. He goes deeper. I try to catch a glance of his face but all I see as I look up is his belt, his slightly opened shirt on his hairy belly. - Holy shit ! he shouts as he hits the wall with his hand. - Damn you give good mouth! He laughs. I feel his cock softening in my mouth but I still lick it, suck it, kiss it, like I m in love with this stranger and his manhood. He then puts his shirt inside his pants, checks himself in the mirror, his cock still in my loving mouth, before finally looking down on me with a grin on his face, gently pulling his dick from my lips, zipping up his pants which I kiss one last time before he goes out of my apartment. Before I wrote this story here, I waited for thirty minutes in my thong, fingering my pussy, next to my mobile, waiting for my pimp to call or text me. I didn t expect him to thank me but maybe tell me I ve been good or tell me he would come, too. Nothing until now. I know I ve been good anyway. I can't say I'm proud of what I did but at least I am ok with it. I hope he's satisfied with me.

Thanks @tallslenderguy and @ErosWired You guys do admit your condition to your friends and talk about it with some of them or is it a secret thing ? I am asking because it s the first time I do something that I feel I have to hide and keep for myself. Maybe it is because I struggling to accept it...

You re right: he never claimed me officially as his property and I can say he's no more into BDSM than I am. BDSM, breeding or crossdressing were never my fetishes or turn ons. Yes, I admit I wore the cage before I met him cause I think it s a prop that keeps versatile guys away and attracts the top ones. Before meeting this guy, I was just a regular bottom boy, slightly fem, looking for some fun but mainly for a sexy boyfriend, a nice relationship. I got into his cab and in a few days, I started wearing panties and lipstick; I started thinking about cross dressing to please him more; he wored my mouth out and got me considering "working" for him; he made me feel worthless and realize I am kind of inferior to him; he made me feel ashamed in a way but proud to be his "girl" and made me go further in the caged lifestyle. But most of all, he made me give up on wanting to have sex with anyone else and, as you rightfully pointed, he has me claiming (with some self-contentment) him as my owner when the truth is, he never even came close to telling me I am his property. I don't see myself in a relationship with him, I m not that blind or dumb :0) It s obvious he only got attracted to me cause he likes to fuck or use fem gays and he must have felt my hidden submissive side. When he gets out of my place, after emptying his balls and abusing me, he doesn t think about all this at all. I know the truth. And that adds to the difficulty I m in, because I think about his manly and abusive attitude a lot. Can a straight guy ruin a gay guy for other gays ?

If he wants to breed me, my pussy is his. Personnally I prefer them cumming in my mouth or on my face after fucking me hard so that I can watch him orgasm. For a caged bottom like me, being allowed to watch my man's pleasure face while I m denied of any orgasm, amplifies the satisfaction I get from my condition.

I write "black" because he is. Not wanting to disrespect him or anybody by using this word. But I get what you mean and can understand that the feeling. On the other hand, yes, I'm clearly conflicted about this whole "relationship". I ve never been as turned on by anyone or any situation on my life but I'm really having a hard time in accepting it all and accepting this is what I am. More than a month now that I m thinking of that guy everyday, yearning for him to text me to use me, "jerking off" to him, while, obviously, I ve only been one more cocksucker to him. Am I the only bottom round here who had higher expectactions than being a cumdump for some average straight guy?

@looperdave, @drscorpio, I get what you mean but getting bred is not what I am looking for. If a man wants to fuck me, bare or not, I am happy to oblige. I would never question a top's choice, needs or turn ons. Their pressure first, that s why I m totally addicted to caging my "manhood". I feel totally owned by him anyway, and it s getting worse everyday since I m not hearing from him.

Most of them are already told in these forums. My BBC dom didn t come back to me since last week. Nothing new to tell... Sadly.

I ve always been a total bottom. So I mostly wear my cage and talk about it so that I don t waste time with non-true tops or versatile guys. With my cage I ended up only being fucked or used by top guys, nothing else. Lately I came across a black straight married guy and he s making me discover a new dimension to being a fag in a cage... I love it and hate it at the same time. I start to think that s the fate for subs like me.

Although I'm not sure how I feel about some bottoms treating and insulting each other the way some do...

You re certainly right. I can t stop thinking about it. I will certainly give up on my pride next time. Hope there will be a next time.

I ve been telling you a lot lately about this black guy who's been using me. The last time he used me, I felt so ashamed and ridiculous that I made up my mind : I would never go through that again. In the past few days, he has texted me twice. I didn't answer to any of his solicitation, hanging on to my decision. Both times, after reading his texts, I started to think about him though: his attitude, his roughness, his disrespect of me, his gigantic cock, him whoring me out and all these things that offend and excite me at the same time. Both times I ended up puting my dick back in its cage, painting my lips red, putting a thong on (like he likes it) and wrecking my ass with a dildo while desperately trying to cum by rubbing frantically the cage, thinking about him and his way of degrading me. I never got to cum. It all ended up in frustration and with me wanting more and more to be his whore again. He really fucked my head. It s like I know deep inside I deserve better than him at the same time that I know it s a chance for a slut like me to be his whore. Lost.

There s this guy, ugly and around 50 but with such a BBC I think I'd do anything to please him. He immediately called me a white faggot whore when we met and, at that time, I let him do so cause I was only craving to suck his dick and have him fuck my ass. Now that he has degraded me, insulted me, fucked my throat and cunt, whored out my mouth to a complete stranger, hit me, spat in my mouth and recorded me telling him face to the camera that I am his white fag, I think he was right from the start: I am a whore, his whore.

BBC are the best

Do you still know about him today?

@xsodomyx I wasn t comfortable with it but it was ok in the heat of the moment, I could have done my job. Now I just can t accept it anymore ! I am furious against myself and against him ! Who the hell does he think he is ???? I can do so much better! I m reassured to see there are other guys out there that could fell for such douchebags, though. I feel less stupid or lonely.

Yesterday afternoon he (my BBC ugly owner) came back to have is cock sucked and his cum swallowed. As always I waited for him on my knees, wearing my cage, a thong, a crop top and my lipstick. He arrived and went directly to the couch. I walked by his side on all four like a dog. I immediately started undoing his pants when he sat down and as he was lighting his cigarette. "I want to kiss you, he said". Automatically I lifted my head and came closer to his face to giving him a kiss. I never thought of kissing him. Am I his white whore? Yes. Do I happily gag on his big black cock and swallow his cum? Yes. Do I want to kiss him? I don t think so. He s not handsome, he s not the cleanest, he has this cigarette breath... But he says he wants to kiss me, so I simply obey. I was some inches away from his mouth when he hard slapped my face. I almost lost my balance and fell. He scared me more than he hurt me though. He was smiling when I recovered and said something in Arabic I guess... "Not like that, bitch! Who knows where you ve put this dirty mouth. Open!" I opened my mouth just in time for him to spit across my face. "That s how you I kiss a white fag. Now suck my cock." I gave him a tender and deep blow job. He didn t move much, he totally let go. I kissed his cock, caressed it with my tongue, played with his balls, deepthroated it when I felt like it, respectfully, focussing only on giving him pleasure. It s been the first time he let me in charge. I was in control and it s been awesome. I played with his big cock, paying attention to his reactions, edging him and stopping as I didn t want him to cum too quickly. Sometimes he would be very close so I would suddenly stop and leave him almost convulsing, thrusting outside my hands and mouth. As he would recover from his aborted orgasm he would smile or laugh looking at me and asking (begging me?) to go on and make him cum. The game of mine lasted for maybe 20 or 30 minutes until he, once again about to cum, pulled my hair and planted his cock deep in my throat to cum gallons grunting like an animal. The frustration and the pride that you feel when you assist to such violent male orgasms while being caged is simply impossible to discribe. Only my fellow caged faggots can understand what it feels like, I think. We stayed like that for a moment; me licking and kissing his skinny chest and belly, licking his enormous cock; him catching back his breath, enjoying the last waves of his pleasure. "You offer me a glass of water?" I got him some water. He got ready and left. In the evening he texted me again. "Home?" Was he already wanting more? I was surprised and honoured. Ready to serve my owner again. - Yes, I answered. As soon as he texted "On my way" I made myself ready to wait on my knees like before in the afternoon. I waited masturbating my cage. When he arrived he went to the couch and I went between his legs. Before I could undo his pants he stopped me and told me in his most seductive and mysterious voice that he wanted me to do something for him. "You are so beautiful, baby. You want to please me?" Of course I wanted to please him. - I have this 2 friends that want their dick sucked by a sexy fem guy, you do that for me? He was texting while talking to me and smoking his cigarette. He wasn t paying real attention to me. The situation was awkward but I was so excited by my chastity, by his attitude and his cock, by the feeling that I was living the dream of so many white sluts!!! - You know them? - Yes. - What do they look like ? They look good ? - You don't want to do that for me, baby? - Yes but... - Don t ask so many questions, you do it for me. I will be here while you suck them, I protect you, girl, nothing bad will happen, - he said while texting. - You are so hot I must share you with my friends. He smiled without looking at me. He felt he was getting a little bit upset. - They are paying? - I dared to ask. - That is not important, baby. Just do your best for me. He put his phone on the couch and took my face in his hands. He kissed my forehead and then whispered in my ear : If you don t want to it s ok, I ask someone else. Hesitating, I shook my head to say no. Someone else ? I didn t want him to live. "I will do it". - Good girl, - he said blowing me a kiss and taking back his smartphone. He texted for what felt like 10 or 15 minutes while I waited at his feet caressing his legs and looking at him. The situation and the silence were unbearable. Is this serious ? Am I really waiting at my place in a thong to suck some unknown guys for this man ??? Am I really turning into that? My head was on fire. He was getting more and more upset. "They are flaking. Motherfuckers". He texted some more. - Look baby, they re not serious and it s getting late. Gotta go back home now. I appreciate you doing this for me, you know that? We ll do that some other time, ok? When he left, I won t lie to you, I was relieved. I hate me so much until now for having put myself through this situation! Removing my lipstick last night, I swore in front of my bathroom mirror that I will never meet him again. What a miserable moron he is!