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racial slurs (nigger, wetback, gook, cracker whore) in sex drive me fucking insane. The best orgams of my life. I guezz its humiliation that really gets me off. Hiring pros$ adds another layer of immorality to it. Anyone else turned on by it? I recorded a buddy of mine ( a black rentb-y) taking a clients$ huge white dick in his juicy nigger butt. It was so immoral... gave me a huge orgasm.
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Hi. I am a cum fag from Berlin, but i am currently planning my trip to London in early July for around a week. Goal: i need my sluttification holidays. Haha. I wanna come and fully loose control of any norms. I just wanna be a sleazy cunt for everyone around. No limits. I would looove to find a dom kinky guy who would love to whore me around and record me for porn. Into really kinky and sleazy stuff, as long as there is a good cock to worship in front of me. Into public, cam, hnh, spit, piss, domination, humiliation, cuntstratching etc. twitter and Telegram @cumdump_de hit me up if you wanna own my cunt or simply use it and abuse it 😈🤤
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The Birthday Gift 🎉 The crisp spring night air holds a touch of excitement that night as two young lovers walk hand in hand down a bustling sidewalk, but they hardly notice, they only have eyes for each other. To a passer-by they make a fetching couple of opposites, one is tall, the other is shorter, one has dark hair and the other strawberry blond, with the only obvious similarity being the blinding smiles plastered on their faces. “Where are we going?” asks the young man with strawberry blond hair. The young man with dark curls chuckles, his brilliant blue eyes twinkling with mischief at the question. “I told you, Seven, it’s a surprise for your birthday.” Seven pouts, his pink lower lip looking particularly kissable in the moment, so his lover leans over and quickly gives him a peck. “Don’t pout, babe, I promise, you’ll love it.” “I better, Liam, or you’ll be going without tonight,” Seven teases, which makes Liam’s lips disappear in a tight line. “Now who’s pouting?” “You are so lucky we’re in public,” Liam says with a touch of a dark seductive edge to his voice, “otherwise I’d thoroughly remind you what you’d be missing out on if you made good on that threat.” Seven gulps and almost instantly his cock jumps at the mere mention of their bedroom activities; his reaction only gets worse when his now half-hard cock rubs against his tight blue shorts in the process. He wants to be upset over his predicament and blame his loving boyfriend but there’s something almost palpable in the anticipation and he wants to ride this feeling out for as long as possible. Then he wants to ride Liam’s cock even longer. They cross over two more streets and cut through an alley before arriving at a nondescript building that could’ve otherwise gone unnoticed had it not been for the line of people outside and two large men standing by the entrance. Seven grips onto Liam’s hand as his boyfriend confidently walking past the entire line up to the two men by the door. He reaches into his pocket and produces two cards, which he hands to one of the men, who then opens the door. Seven can’t help but giggle at the loud groans that follow them as they head into the building. The door closes and the pair are instantly swallowed by loud, pulsating music, strobe lighting, and— “Foam!” Seven shrieks but it’s drowned out by the music and energy around them. Indeed, there is multi-coloured foam flooding the room, about knee-deep on most patrons but some areas it’s up to thighs and waists. Seven reaches down and scoops some up in his hands, smelling the light scent that reminds him of a specific soap brand before reaching over to throw it in Liam’s face. Liam sputters and spits out what got on his mouth while Seven laughs hysterically, only to be met by a face-full of foam not a second later. They look at each other for a moment before breaking down in giggles and tears at the sheer ridiculousness of the moment. Seven wipes the foam off his mouth before reaching up to kiss Liam. “Thank you,” he says when he pulls away, “I can’t believe you found a club that does foam parties!” “It took some research, but I found this place thanks to some online tips,” Liam says as he takes Seven’s hand and goes to the bar. He orders their usual – two rum and colas – and they take up two stools while they wait. “I know you’ve always wanted to go to one.” Seven nods. “Ever since I heard about them! Thank you so much for this, baby! Best birthday present ever! I love you!” “I love you, too,” says Liam with a soft smile. He can hardly believe that this amazing person is his boyfriend, his for the past several years. There’s another gift he has for Seven, it’s currently resting in his pocket, but he has a plan for that too and it’s for after their night out at the club. They get their drinks along with a small plate of appetizers, enjoying the moment as they watch others dance in the foam, looking completely free and happy. Seven can’t wait to join them, to be part of that feeling. His skin tingles in anticipation and he bounces in his seat to the beat of the music, hardly able to keep himself from jumping straight into the throng of people writhing and moving on the dancefloor. The second they finish their food, Seven grabs Liam’s hand and drags him right into the centre of the dancers, then proceeds to press his back against Liam’s chest and grind his ass into his cock with the music. Liam’s hands grip his waist, and his face sits in the crook of his neck where he peppers soft kisses into Seven’s pale skin, nipping him every few kisses until a red mark blooms. Then he licks the mark and relishes in the way Seven squirms in his grip. He doesn’t think he could get any happier than standing here with this wonderful man in his arms. Three songs pass with Seven firmly planted against Liam, not even a breath of space between them as they dance in the foam. Seven occasionally reaches down to get a handful of foam to play with, either smearing it on Liam’s face or his own or even their bare torsos – they lost their shirts at some point during song two, not that they care, they were cheap white t-shirts Liam bought anticipating this exact situation. Seven is definitely enjoying his birthday surprise, pleased beyond words that his boyfriend took the time to find a place that does events like these, and even happier he paid the money to get them in the club. Seven’s euphoric bubble is burst when Liam squeezes his hips and says, “Hey, I need to use the washroom, come with me.” Seven glares at him over his shoulder. “No, I’m staying right here.” “Babe, I don’t want to have to try and find you,” Liam insists. “Please come with me.” “No, this is my night and I’m not leaving this dancefloor until security has to drag me out,” Seven replies petulantly and he shoves Liam’s hands off before he disappears into the crowd of dancers. It’s a petty move but he doesn’t care right now, he’s annoyed and slightly tipsy and high off the energy in the room. He’ll deal with the consequences later, right now he’s focused on enjoying himself. He finds himself a free spot close to the wall and one of the speakers with a small mountain of foam completely untouched, so he claims it in his name and starts dancing like nobody’s watching. Unknown to Seven, someone’s watching him closely. The song ends and Seven takes a breath as he waits for the next one to start; Liam still hasn’t joined him, so he figures he’s either lost, still in the washroom, or ignoring him until one of them – mostly Seven – apologizes for their argument. Seven has no intentions of apologizing until the club closes so Liam will have to pout for a few more hours. He’s content with this plan, at least for now. A new song starts and Seven prepares to start dancing when something warm and large settles on his hips, he startles and looks down. There’s a pair of sun-kissed hands that are definitely not his or Liam’s touching him. He looks behind him and sees a bright pair of green eyes staring at him. “Hi,” says the man, his voice sounds like caramel over gravel and Seven shivers. The man leans closer and puts his mouth by Seven’s ear. He’s a few inches taller than him – probably taller than Liam – so it almost feels like he’s hunching over. “Mind if I dance with you?” Seven considers pushing the man away and going back to his own private party but the thought of this gorgeous creature dancing with him is too tempting to resist so he shakes his head. “It’s fine!” his voice barely carries over the music. The man pulls back and flashes him a dazzling white smile before pulling Seven flush against his clothed torso. The grey tank top brushes against Seven’s back deliciously and he groans softly, sure the other man can’t hear him over the sounds of the music and thumping base. They grind in time with the beat, new guy’s hands stay firmly on Seven’s hips even when Seven decides to be bold and rest his head on the man’s shoulder. It feels so nice to be so close to him, even if he doesn’t know who the hell this guy is, and he’ll take whatever he can get for as long as he can. Liam is Seven’s first and only boyfriend, they met shortly after Seven came out openly and have been inseparable ever since; and while he loves Liam, Seven laments the lost time of exploring himself and his sexuality more. Liam has been his only lover, which sounds romantic, but Seven has found himself craving something else of late. This man behind him seems to be enough to scratch that itch. When the music ends, Seven fully expects the man to leave and move on to another dance partner, so imagine his surprise when not only does the man not leave but his grip gets tighter and more possessive. Seven looks over and sees the man already looking at him from under his mess of beach hair – if he never learns his name, Seven will call him Beach God or BG for short. “You’re so fucking hot,” Beach God says in Seven’s ear, and he shivers again hearing BG’s voice, especially so close. “Are you here alone?” Seven shrugs. “I came with someone, but we had a fight so now I’m on my own.” “His loss,” BG says and Seven can hear the smile in his voice. His fingers trail up to brush at the top of Seven’s shorts, dipping beneath the waistband just enough for the callouses on his fingers to find soft skin. “Hey, I know we just shared a dance but wanna have some real fun?” “Maybe,” Seven says as his skin flushes from BG’s touch. In the back of his mind, he knows he should say no, say the person he’s with is his boyfriend and not some random date, but when BG’s fingers go lower and start rubbing the soft skin near his cock, his mind blanks and he moans. That’s all the encouragement BG seems to need. BG’s large hand moves from the shaved skin surrounding Seven’s soft cock, to directly over his cock, cupping it easily. He fondles Seven with gentle but determined movements as his other hand travels up Seven’s torso, stopping on his chest to tease and pinch his rosy nipples. Without the support of BG’s firm chest behind him, Seven is sure he would’ve collapsed by now, his knees are already buckling under the overwhelming sensations of BG’s hand on his cock, the delicious way he’s teasing his nipples, and the knowledge that what he’s doing with this guy is so bad but feels so good at the same time. He wonders if Liam is looking for him, but that thought is quickly chased out of his mind when BG speaks again. “Look at me and open your mouth.” Seven complies easily, turning leisurely towards BG’s face and opening his mouth as requested. BG leans in and shoves his tongue straight into Seven’s mouth, his mouth creates a tight seal around Seven’s as his tongue licks around. Seven is helpless to stop or even keep up with him, content on letting him explore his mouth like a starving man while he loses himself in the feeling of BG’s touches. He nearly jumps out of his skin when BG’s long middle finger brushes firmly against his entrance, which breaks their lip lock, but BG hardly seems concerned. Instead he’s far more focused on shoving his hand further into Seven’s shorts to get to his hole. Seven reaches down and tries to stop the wandering hand as it goes another inch deeper. “Hey, stop, you’re going to rip my shorts.” BG snorts as he rubs the tip of his finger against Seven’s entrance, watching with amusement as Seven’s eyes roll back in his head. He curls his fingertip just enough that it catches on the rim and pushes in slightly; Seven presses down further, hoping to get more of the thick finger inside but is disappointed when nothing more happens. “What a dirty slut,” BG whispers to Seven as he pulls his finger away just enough to tease the outside rim. “Thinking you can fuck yourself on my finger. You want that pretty hole filled, don’t you, baby boy?” “Yes,” Seven whines as he moves his hips in search of the finger that felt divine inside him. “Please give it to me, sir. Please.” “Such a good boy, asking so nicely,” BG says, licking a long strip from Seven’s collarbone to his lips, dipping his tongue inside Seven’s hot mouth for a brief moment before pulling away. “Fuck you taste good, baby boy.” “So do you,” Seven says, barely able to hold himself up at this point as he nearly leans his full weight against BG, who is now leaning against a wall. BG smirks at Seven’s blissed out expression with half-lidded eyes and swollen lips still wet with their spit. BG pulls both hands back and before Seven has a chance to complain, he hears a ripping sound. His eyes fly open, and he looks down to see BG ripping the side of his shorts. He reaches down to stop him from completing the tear. “Stop!” he says somewhat desperately. “I told you before not to do that!” “They’re in the way.” “I can take them off, just give me a chance—” BG overpowers Seven’s grip and finishes ripping the fabric from the top to the bottom along the seam. Seven is appalled. BG rips the other side just as easily as the first and tosses the fabric into the foam. “Fucker! Now how am I supposed to go home? I have nothing to wear!” BG shrugs. “I’ll fix that later.” Seven goes to protest again but he’s silenced by BG’s tongue sliding into his mouth as his hands resume their original positions, only this time his finger is able to move more freely than when trapped in Seven’s shorts and BG easily slides up to his second knuckle into Seven’s hot entrance. He pulls away and gives him a knowing look. “Little slut prepped himself already.” “Always prepared,” Seven replies with a dopey grin. It quickly disappears when BG starts moving his finger, making him moan almost loud enough to be heard over the music. He’s vaguely aware that there are people around them, and that he can feel eyes on him, but he can’t find it in him to care. If anything, it turns him on more. It isn’t long before BG adds a second finger to distract him from the gaze of the crowd around him, which stretches him wider than he’s ever felt before, and he winces slightly when BG starts to scissor. “Just relax, baby boy,” BG says kindly. “You’ll never take my cock if you can’t take my fingers.” Hearing that makes something in Seven snap and he becomes determined to take whatever BG has to give him. He forces his body to relax and soon the burn from being stretched subsides and he starts moaning shamelessly as BG teases his fingertips over his prostate, never giving enough pressure to get him off but just enough to send jolts of pleasure through his body. He’s fairly certain at this point the only reason he’s still standing is because of the fingers in his ass and BG’s solid body. When BG puts a third finger inside, the stretch hardly hurts, and he finds himself grinding down shamelessly on all of the fingers filling him to the brim. His legs give out completely when all three fingers rub on and around his prostate, hitting him from all possible angles. He vaguely feels fabric moving against his bare ass and wonders if BG is taking off his shirt. Then the fingers are removed from his hole in one swift movement, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. “Patience, baby boy,” BG says as he manhandles Seven more securely into his hold. He turns him around, so they are chest to chest then lifts him by the thighs, spreading his legs as he hoists him up, before pushing him against a wall. The wall is covered in sound dampening panels, so it isn’t cold when Seven’s hot skin touches it, but it is rough. He groans slightly. With Seven’s legs still spread as wide as they can, BG situates himself between them, his cock now out of his own shorts. He moves Seven a bit until his hole is lined up with the tip of his leaking cock then he presses it inside. Seven moves enough to break away from the intruding cock and shakes his head. “No, no, this isn’t right.” He tries to move away, to free himself but BG’s hold is too tight, and escape becomes almost impossible when he pushes more weight against Seven to pin him to the wall. “You were so eager for my cock, baby boy, what happened?” “I have a boyfriend!” BG can’t help but chuckle. “So, you have no problem with me stripping you naked and shoving my fingers and tongue in you, but when I go to put my cock in, that’s the line? You’re such a cute idiot.” “Then please don’t go in raw!” BG pays him no mind and he moves one of Seven’s legs over his shoulder, then uses his free hand to guide his cock back to Seven’s hole and wastes no time in pushing inside, groaning slightly at the tightness and heat that envelope him. Seven is shaking in his grip as he struggles with taking the entire cock, feeling every inch as it fills him more than BG’s fingers could ever dream. He feels like he’s being split in half. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, BG is completely inside, and he lets out an airy sigh while Seven continues to shake as tears roll down his cheeks. BG leans down and pecks his lips softly. “Such a good boy, you took every inch,” he praises and Seven whimpers, whether from pain or the praise, BG doesn’t really care. “You feel so good, so nice and tight even after I prepped you. Such a good little slut.” Seven isn’t sure how or if he should respond, so he just nods. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel good soon,” BG whispers in his ear. “You’ll feel good and forget your boyfriend’s name.” He then licks some of the tears on Seven’s cheek and puts Seven’s other leg over his shoulder, folding him practically in half while his hands grip tightly to Seven’s hips. BG rolls his a few times before pulling out until just the tip is still inside then thrusting roughly back into Seven’s hole. He repeats the actions of grinding before pulling out and slamming in until he sets a steady rhythm of thrusting and grinding that works best for the position. He looks down and watches in mild fascination as his cock disappears into Seven and then back out. He loses himself in watching, focused on his thick ruddy cock pulling and pushing on Seven’s rosy rim, when he thrusts in, he pauses for a moment to appreciate the contrast of their skin tones, his so tan compared to Seven’s pale complexion. Then he adjusts his grip so his hands are holding onto the soft globes of Seven’s perky ass, and he spreads them as wide as he can before resuming his rough pace. He looks at Seven – who is clearly lost in the pleasure despite his protests – with eyes closed and mouth open as moans and gasps are punched out of him in time with BG’s movements. BG leans in and slips his tongue into Seven’s open mouth, not even bothering to try and seal their mouths together – Seven seems to be breathing exclusively through his mouth at the moment – and lets his tongue play with Seven’s almost lazily compared to how hard and fast his hips are moving. The contrast amuses him, with his tongue making love to Seven’s mouth while his cock fucks him ruthlessly; what catches him off-guard is when Seven reaches behind him and presses his head, so their mouths are together just as he lets out a high-pitched moan. BG feels hot spend trickle down Seven’s hips and onto his hands and he groans into Seven’s mouth. He pulls his mouth away and doubles down on his efforts to reach his own release, chasing the high as heat pools in his groin. Seven moans wantonly, his entire body buzzing from overstimulation as BG pounds harder into his hole until finally he feels something hot fill him to the brim and it’s enough to push him over the edge a second time. “Oh fuck!” he screams as his cock releases more ropes of thick spend, “I’m coming!” “Fuck,” BG gasps, giving a few weak thrusts to ride out the aftershocks from Seven’s ass constricting with his second orgasm. Neither man can move afterwards, their bodies still connected, both covered in fluids. “So perfect,” BG says before pecking Seven’s lips again. “So good.” Seven manages a lazy smile. He winces sharply when BG pulls his cock out. “It’s okay, baby boy,” BG reassures as he moves to keep Seven pinned against the wall while he takes his tank top off, which he then puts on Seven as best he can in their current position; he’s sure by the limp way Seven feels in his grip, if he put him on the ground, he’d collapse. Then he gently moves Seven’s legs down back to the ground, one hand always wrapped around his back, and finishes pulling down the tank top so everything to midthigh is covered. BG then scoops Seven up in his arms and kisses him softly again. “I’m taking you back to my place,” he says as he starts walking through the crowd of people still dancing, it’s somewhat less than before but still enough to keep BG from rushing out of the building. Despite how heavy his eyes feel, Seven is still awake enough to see people are indeed staring at them, some with jealousy, others with their cocks in hand or in someone else’s hand. He tries to smirk, but his body is too exhausted to comply. In the back of his mind, he does find it odd that some people are gaping at BG’s back, like there’s something of interest there, and maybe there is, Seven hasn’t seen it yet. Maybe it looks just as chiselled as his front and those people haven’t seen muscles sculpted by the gods before. “Sleepy,” Seven replies followed by a kitten like yawn. BG chuckles. “You sleep, baby boy, because that ass is mine when we get home.” Seven nods as he drifts off to sleep while BG pushes through to the exit. Once he’s free of the dance floor, BG notices a sulky young man at the bar who suddenly jumps up when he sees BG and immediately, he realizes this is the boyfriend. Boyfriend comes striding over with a murderous look in his eye but one quick gesture from BG to a nearby bouncer and he’s stopped before he can reach BG and his sleeping beauty. “But that’s my boyfriend!” Liam protests, looking helplessly between the bouncer and the man carrying his boyfriend. He then sees that Seven is asleep and wearing a grey tank top he knows he didn’t arrive in and by the size, he guesses it belongs to the man carrying him. When the man shifts Seven, he catches a glimpse under the shirt and sees Seven, is completely nude! Now staring at his boyfriend, Liam then sees pinkish and thick fluid leaking from Seven’s ass. Liam’s heart shatters. “Should I throw him out, boss?” the bouncer asks, and BG shakes his head. “Nah, just hold him until I leave,” he replies with a smirk. BG then turns so Liam can properly see both men. “By the way, he did mention you, once.” Liam tries to glare at him through the tears. “Fuck you!” “Pretty boy already did,” BG smugly says. “Have a good night, Boyfriend.” BG then heads for the door, Liam is still being held back by the bouncer, and just as he readies some insult or curse, the words die in his throat when he sees BG’s back. Tattooed between BG’s shoulder blades is a massive, Black Scorpion. 🦂
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Chapter 1: My name is Dennis I'm a young black male of 18 years old, 5'10", 150lbs. with a runner's built, athletic legs very shapely with a firm tight but, I'm out for my morning jog like I do every morning before school but this time was different no school I graduated a week ago so had the summer free. I made my regular hour jog around the neighborhood it's now about 6:23 in the morning, I'm about to pass Mr. Stevenson's house that lives next door to my parents house a fenced yard separates us, he just stepped out his door to pick up the newspaper. He looks up at me and wave me over I stop my jog and head over to his porch. Good morning Mr. Stevenson Hey Dennis how's your run going? Quite well Sir thanks for asking Hey Dennis I know you had a birthday a some months ago so I got you a present Ahh, Mr. Stevenson you didn't have to do that No problem at all son you're a good kid and I wanted to do something nice for you Thanks you again Sir Come on in so I can give it to you, you got time don't you? Yes Sir since I'm finish with school That's good it won't take that long son As l was walking pass Mr. Stevenson he was looking across the street up and down I didn't think anything of it and just walked into his house. Mr. Stevenson closed and locked his door, came up behind me place his right hand on my shoulder. Your gift is upstairs I wanted it to be a surprise go on up I'm right behind you. I reached the top of the stairs looking a little puzzle Your gift in the backroom Mr. Stevenson said and pointed the way. I walked into the room the door slammed Mr. Stevenson put a hand over my mouth grabbed me up from behind and carried me over to the bed, I was yelling into his hand kicking my legs but it did nothing Mr. Stevenson was way taller, bigger and stronger. He got to the bed and fell forward both of us hitting the bed hard, his heavy weight on me was making it hard for me to breathe but I was still trying to free myself. With his body on top of me he took his arm from around mybody reached up to grab my neck and started squeezing Shut The Fuck Up, Keep Still He was squeezing my neck hard I stop yelling and struggling to focus on air. Now do what I say and behave yourself and I won't have to hurt you, Do you hear me boy? Say It, Say It, Yes Sir! SAY IT!!! Yes Sir, his hand was still over my mouth. Good son, now reach under the pillow and get some of your birthday gifts out. I put my right hand under the pillow pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs, I started to sobbing That's not all boy, reach Again. "more sobbing" That's right a nice huge ballgag to keep your mouth shut. Now put that cuff around your wrist and squeeze it tight, tighter, Put the other cuff around the rod and close it around your other wrist, tighter Tighter! Now listen up I'm going to remove my hand from your month if I hear one sound I'm going to beat the shit out of you, Got It? and he started to squeeze my neck again harder that I was yelling yes into his hand. Good boy... He released the grip on my neck and took his other hand off my month picking up the ballgag, it was coming towards my mouth so I automatically open my mouth because I didn't wanted to get hurt. Good, you're leaning... I was making noises from my mouth as he was forcing that huge ball in, my jaws was hurting I yelled out some. Take It, It's going in one way or another, Open Wider, I Said Wider, I was shaking my head side to side yelling that I can't. Yes you can! He slapped my head then pushed it in Told you could take it He started pulling on the straps really hard they was cutting into the corners of mouth once it was buckle he got off me and the bed. I turned around and balled up my legs I just wanted to get away from him, "He was smiling" You ain't going nowhere so stop making it harder on yourself I'm still not finish getting you ready the most important birthday gift is still coming yet.
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Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) Blonde And Stupid – Two Christian Boys Dragged Down (Part 01) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Ryan and Ben met each other on the internet. They were both 18 years old and looked for companionship, since they were both still in the closet. They talked about their dreams, their school, about their sexual fantasies and about their families. It is not easy to come out, if you were raised under Christian guides. Both families were heavily engaged in their churches. There was no way to just come out and tell them ‘Hey Mom and Dad…. I have to die…. I’m just kidding…. I won’t die. I am only gay.’ Both parents would have probably said, it would be better that their sons were dead instead. Ryan lived in Macon (Georgia), while Ben was from Rome (Georgia). After chatting for a few days, they planned to meet in ‘real life’ in Atlanta. It wasn’t that easy, because Ben had no car. He had to borrow it from his mother. Ryan’s parents bought their son a car, when he turned 18. The two guys could have been brothers. They laughed about it, when they first met. Both teens had blue eyes. Both were blonde. While Ben had curly long hair, Ryan had a nice sidecut. Both twinks were around 5,6 feet tall and were quite slim. And even sexually they were both totally bottom guys. They couldn’t even think about sticking the own cock into someone else’s orifice. They would rather fantasize about jocks, passing them by on the streets of Atlanta. Or classmates they had, who were captain of the football team. They even managed to connect their families, by telling them, they both met on an interschool scientific project. And since both boys were totally alike, and were both from Christian families, the parents would allow overnight stays. On one of those ‘week-end’ occasions, the two friends surfed together on the internet. They were logged into a gay dating portal and browsed through the pictures and ads. “Here…. look at this. Gang-Bang Atlanta Bottoms Wanted….” Ryan pointed at the screen. They opened the profile and saw some pictures of different sized cocks. So far so good, they thought. Both admired the different shapes and sizes and expressed both, that they would love to get fucked by these guys. The profile stated 8 tops and 1 bottom were looking for other participants. Ryan had a raging hard on and Ben also massaged his cock underneath his jeans. They just left the profile, when a message popped up on their screen. BioHazard1 asked if the guys would like to get their asses fucked by eight BioHazard Tops. Ryan replied ‘That would be great. We both would love to be hammered by your big cocks’ *he wrote the message, without Ben’s approval and hit the ‘sent’ button* Ben laughed out loud, when he saw, what his pal was offering. BioHazard1 sent another message and demanded some pictures, since the their profile had none. Both boys discussed, if they should send their pictures to the guys. They agreed to send a fake picture from the internet, to keep the horny game going, but in the meanwhile another message appeared on the screen. Biohazard1 said ‘We could use Skype and sent the address needed.’ “Oh oh… and now?” Ben said and slapped his friend playfully over the head. “We could open the cam and turn it around for a while. I would love to see those cocks” Ryan pouted. Ben was the scared and shook his head. He wouldn’t hold his face into the cam. He got up instead and left the range. Ryan was a little bit more cocky and sent a request, with his cam turned to the wall. On the screen another room went alight. Four jocks were sitting in front of the cam. They were cheering and yelling at them, smiling into the camera. Then one guy asked, why the cam stayed dark. “That’s such a bullshit. If you want to fake stuff, then look for other guys. We are serious about meeting, you little fuck. You are probably….” he couldn’t finish the sentence, because Ryan turned the cam into his direction now. Why did he do that? Maybe he just wanted to show, that he was for real. Maybe he wanted prolong the chat, while watching the guys on the other side. Now that they saw Ryan they hollered again. “Fuck – you are hot. Where is your friend?” “He is shy and standing further away. Ben, come back here. It is only fair, that they see you, since we can see them” Ryan begged his friend. Ben rolled with his eyes and walked back to his seat. Another four guys came into view. You couldn’t see all the handsome faces, now that almost all guys were in front of the cam. When they saw Ben they freaked out even more. “When can you be here? We want to rip your asses apart” the same guy said. He stood up and held his dick into the cam, which was such a fat cock. It reminded Ryan of a huge coke can. “How big is it?” Ryan asked. “Nine inches! Come and try it out. I will make it fit…” the guy growled. “We’re in Macon right now and it is quite late” Ben mentioned. “Fuck that – come here at once. We need guys like you offering their pussies. Come and be happy with our dicks… that’s what you need you FAGGOTS.” “Are you two brothers?” another jock asked. “No – just friends, but we are both totally submissive. We love to bottom. Do we have to fuck also?” Ben wanted to know. “If you want to get hammered only, it is fine with us. Just bring your bodies to us and we will do the rest” the others cheered. “So we would be three bottoms?” Ryan played on with the game. “Fuck that old slag here. We will kick him out if you two dolls are coming. We really want to fuck you bad….” Both twinks were already massaging their bumps in their jeans. “Show us your assholes faggots. Turn around and show us your hole…. BITCHES” several guys yelled and showed their bare penises. “CUNT CUNT CUNT….” they shouted out loud. Ryan stood up and turned around, while opening his jeans. “Are you serious?” Ben was totally shocked. “You can’t really show your….” he continued but was too late. Ryan moved the chair away and lowered his pants and briefs. He pulled his cheeks apart and showed his virgin asshole. Because of his fair and blonde appearance he almost didn’t have any hair around his pucker. You could hear loud cheering form the speakers, before the sound and the picture stopped. Ben had disconnected the streaming. “Are you totally nuts? Your parents are sleeping downstairs. Do you want us to be killed?” you could see he was really agitated. Ryan was still standing there bare assed. His face was totally red and all of a sudden he felt also ashamed of his actions. He pulled his pants back on and sat down in silence. “I am sorry… but I felt so horny and these guys are so cool. Did you see the sizes of their cocks? We should be in Atlanta and not here. Oh man – this sucks!” Ryan answered. Suddenly the guys heard another signal. A new message came in from Biohazard1. ‘Hey – what happened? Where have you gone?’ Both guys just stared at the screen. Biohazard1: ‘Are you scared?’ “Are we going to answer them?” Ryan asked. Ben didn’t react. “Look – if we just run away, then this might happen over and over again. And I don’t want to run. I want to get fucked…” Ryan sighed. “Ok…. answer then” Ben nodded. ‘Yes we are scared’ Ryan replied. ‘What is your status then? Do you know?’ Biohazard1 wanted to know. Ryan and Ben didn’t understand the real meaning of the question. ‘We are both still in the closet. That is our status. Our parents do not know that we are gay and we never met other guys for sex. We didn’t even fuck each other, because we are both strictly bottom.’ Ryan wrote honestly. ‘So you are both virgins?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Never had a cock in your ass or mouth?’ Biohazard1 replied. ‘We are totally new to this… I mean I know where it should go in and what it does there, but I am not so sure about Ben though’ Ryan hit the ‘send’ button and laughed. Ben gave his thigh a knock and both friends laughed. ‘We respect your virginity and understand your fear. But it would be cool for us, if you could decide to keep the contact to us.’ Biohazard1 answered. Both lads couldn’t see the guys on the other side anymore. If they would have seen them, they would have doubted the honesty of those words. “Fuck…. fuck…. they are virgins. We need to get our toxic junk into them… come on, write something nice. Don’t fucking lose them” some guys whispered to the one, who called himself Biohazard1. ‘I am not talking about the sexual aspect here. Although we would answer you those questions too. But it seems to us, that you need some assistance. Some sort of guidance – maybe from guys who are a bit older than you and have some experience already.’ “What do you think” Ryan asked Ben. “They sure looked like horny jocks, but I think we could really need some help to get out of this hole” Ben sighed. ‘We would love to keep the contact. We got you on Skype. Maybe you would like to talk to us tomorrow?’ Ryan suggested. ‘We would love that too. Have a good night then’ ‘Good night and May God Bless you all.’ That was the second, when Biohazard1 shot a load all over his keyboard. They would drag those Christian boys down. All the way…- 33 replies
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I hated everything about my new highschool. My classmates, the teachers, the distance from my city, and above all, I hated the new nickname I’ve gotten here, in less than two weeks of being sent off by my own parents, “to make a real man out of me.” Goat. Yes, I was skinny, scraggly, not too tall, and I was rather wild of character, but still, whoever came up with that nickname— I wish he or she or they burn in hell. Yes, Sir! The other thing I hated was that this town, some two hours drive of I-95 and well into Florida’s badlands, was still not connected to the internet. Unlike in Miami, where I could go online and chat with old guys on mIRC or Netmeeting, as soon as I locked myself in my room, this wretched town had nothing but swamps, a few red-soil patches of land, (mostly used by the military and the Indians for drills or native celebrations), and streets where every house looked like the one before. My uncle paraded me through those streets two weeks ago, showing me the “great progress” the place was making. A meat packing plant on one end, and the community’s brand-new stadium built just the year before, on the other. Little did I know I would be ambushed, forced to suck cocks blindfolded, and brutally gangbanged, at both the plant and the stadium. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Around the third week of classes, it was practice opening day at the school, and much to my dismay, all of us received uniforms for the upcoming parade practices. I was no stranger to the fact that I would be ridiculed because it always happened that none of the boy’s uniforms suited me and I always ended up having to wear a “slightly modified” girl uniform for the occasion. Last year, back in Miami, guys laughed their asses off as I was placed in front of the girl’s squad, dressed in a tight, white outfit handling a three and a half long, red baton that I had to throw into the air, twist and turn, and do all sorts of acrobatic feats with. “Hey, Willie, did you try catching that thing with your mouth?” one guy said, much to the amusement of the entire school. ”You should practice at home, Willie,” said another. “Try gagging on it!” When my parents found out, I was sent to this wretched town. No arguments, no discussions, no delays. Dad dropped me off at his brother’s ranch, like a UPS driver leaves a too-heavy-package, and he didn’t even look back. Uncle Jake would show me the ropes, was the line. He would make a man out of me. I wasn’t so sure about it, but that day I realised Jake was not only ugly, but mean, too. Mean in a very special way— but that, too, I didn’t know on that day. Anyways. I had the feeling this year would be no different, with the picking of a dress for this hillbilly town parade. Coach Barner walked onto the lawn and pointed to a container full of uniforms. “Ok, ladies!” He loved this line of his, and he thought it was funny to call us ladies. “Big, medium, small! Pick your size, go to the dressers and have a go at it! Back here in five minutes, or I’m seeing your arses doing push-ups!” As everyone ran to get his size and be done in “five minutes” I already knew my ordeal. And I was right. “Size small” fit me like one of them airport windsocks, the ones that tell crop pilots where the wind was blowing from. And I knew I would be doing push-ups on the lawn for not making it within coach Barner’s “five minutes.” ”The goat should be doing push-ups belly up, not down,” was one of the comments I heard, all the while trying to keep count to 50. ”Yeah, or he should be having something up his mouth,” said another. I expected all this… perhaps that was why I sought older men, very early in my life. They often protected me. Gave me a haven of peace. “Come on, goat! Did you forget the count?” ”29. 30. 31…” ”Look! The goat’s ass is doing the push-ups better than him!” They all laughed. I was in high-school-hell, and it was just week three. But I didn’t expect coach Barner go down on his knees next to me, and come close to my ear. ”Why they call you goat, William, eh?” he whispered. ”Sir! I don’t know,” I replied, heaving my body up. “45… 46…” ”50!” Barner interrupted, patting my shoulder and saving me from doing my last three or four push-ups. “Off you go, William!” He then screamed to all. “10 o’clock tomorrow, everyone, uniforms on, ladies!” “Tomorrow” was a Sunday, and I knew pretty much exactly how that would play out. Last year I ended up in the lockers, sucking many teenage cocks, and for the first time ever, I was bred in front of others. I was publicly inseminated by Donk, the class stallion, while the entire class was cheering him on, and three of his minions were holding me onto the bench. I had two eggs thrown in my face, and I was to “lick the slime” while Donk, a descendant of Greek giants and hung like a mustang, kept edging himself. I was far from a virgin— alright, but that was something else entirely. Donk would not let anyone else fuck me, he claimed he needed to finish his marathon, where he wasn’t going to stop from fucking me until he clocked 47 minutes (I never knew why 47), or until somebody walked in on us, and saved my ass. I couldn’t decide which one was worse. Turns out, Donk and his friends had it all planned, I see this now, in hindsight. They even had bottles of cum lube prepared, so that I would not have a bloody accident. And every time Donk was close to cumming inside me, he would ask for the time. He would then slow down but he would not leave my rectum. By the second time he stopped, it dawned on me, what was actually going on. He wanted to fuck me for 47 minutes straight and then cum inside me. I remember, the last ten minutes I was hurting, and crying on cocks. Then, someone said 48 minutes had passed. Then, Donk said “ok, time for Willie to get pregnant.” My boy pussy was red, sore, and violated like never before. Truly. I remember not being able to crap for four days, and having Donk’s cum in me for twice that long. Would this year be the same? Were small-town kids more depraved, or more sensible to the suffering of others? I’d soon find out.
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This is my first ever story, I hope you enjoy! Please be gentle! I have an idea of where I am going with this story but would welcome your ideas and feedback. I will try and incorporate them into future posts. The Downfall of a Banker I know the working class hates us. I am one of the 1%. Those people you see vilified in the press and in the movies. Working for only a few hours a day to make millions a year. Only existing in the rarified world of the best restaurants, bars and hotels. I had been blessed with good looks. A sqaure jaw, flawless skin, blue eyes and raven black hair, 6 foot 3 inches in height. My muscles were honed to perfection in the gym. I am the ultimate version of masculinity. I had even featured on the cover of Men's Health as evidence you could balance, work, partying and gym. Obviously many women threw themselves at me. I had a different one in my bed most nights. However I never seemed to be able to keep a relationship. I worked at a well known investment bank in the city. Lived in a beautiful apartment in the best location and also had a small country estate to escape to when I needed to take a break from the city. You see not only did I make millions, but I also had inherited great wealth. I was born with the proverbial silver spoon. As such I had grown up with everyone respecting me and quite literally intimidated by my presence. I had greatly enjoyed using this power to get my way in the world. What I thought of as persuasion, most would consider bullying. However now I am in my early 30s and at the height of my power I am finding life less satisfying. The endless parties, sex and hangovers were starting to interest me less. The succession of models left me less sexually satisfied. I sometimes found I couldn't get a hard on. At first I started to blame the alcohol and partying. However one day on my way to work I passed a building site. What I saw there would ultimately change my life ... My usual driver had been ill and in a rare moment of compasion I had given him the morning off. I decided to rough it and use public transport. I am not sure what I was thinking that morning. Possibly I was also ill and not thinking clearly. As a result I had to walk the last part to work. Just around the corner of my bank there was a building site. It seemed to be run by skinheads. Their heads gleaming from where they had shaved their hair down to the scalp. I shuddered thinking about how I could never do that to my thick, glossy expensively cut hair which was treated and trimmed on a weekly basis. The skinheads bodies and necks were also covered in ugly tattoos, certainly I would never mare my beautifully soft, tanned and luminescent skin with such vulgar designs. They were dressed in filthy ripped clothes with Doc Martin boots laced up to their mid calfs. By contrast I was wearing a £5,000 tailored Jermyn Street blue suit, crisp handmade shirt with diamond studed cuff links, burgendy silk tie and handmade fine patent leather shoes. We could not be more different. At the same time my cock started to harden while listening to them talk in their coarse language. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. My erection was firmer then it had been in months and was clearly visible in my tightly tailored suit trousers. Why was this happening, I am so much better than them. Clearly my dithering and potent erection had not gone unnoticed by the skinhead gang. Not only were they the lowest scum of society but there were also clearly gay. They were leering at me and shouting profanities about what they wanted to do my perfect arse, ripping open my suit pants so they could fuck me hard. They kept saying they were going to bend me over an oil drum, tie my hands, use all my holes, spit on me and then leave me naked tied up on the site for all to use. My cock was leaking so much there was a wet patch on the front of my trousers. I could not understand my response. My brain could not compute my reaction at all. I'm straight!! Sure there had been fumbles with classmates at my boarding school, one night I even sucked a mate off, but quite frankly who hadn't!! Even if I was gay I would never even think of going with someone from a lower social class. I quickly gathered myself and ran the rest of the way to work. I spent the rest of the day totally distracted, thinking about what had happened that morning, imagining what would have happened if I had stayed. Even my boss noticed that I wasn't on planet Earth and sent me home. Thankfully it was Friday so I decided to immediately go out, meet friends, have a drink. Anything to basically distract me from what my mind kept flicking back to. The weekend turned into a blur of parties, champagne and women. I threw myself at every attractive women. I must have bedded a dozen over the course of the weekend. However I could not get an erection for any of them. They all left disappointed. I ofcourse blamed the huge amount of alcohol I had drunk. Many of them asked if I was gay, which I ofcourse denied, usually with a bouquet of profanities. However my nights were spent in tormemt. It didn't matter how much alcohol I drunk to make me pass out, every night I woke with the same image of me submitting to the un-named lead skinhead and his gang. Every night I would wake dripping in sweat as I ejaculated the biggest loads of my life. My silk boxers soaked through with my load, much larger than I had had with what I had thought was the most satisfying sex previously. I initially called in sick for the start of the week as I was not rested after my disjointed sleeping. However after a further day spent flipping between drunken oblivion and completely unsatifying sexual intercourse I decided I needed to return to the routine of work to try and re-establish my equilibrium. I think my subconscious was in charge when I asked my driver to drop me off a little distance from work. He was shocked but I brushed him aside saying I needed some fresh air before work. Ofcourse I had to go past the same building site. This time the skinhead foreman was on his own. It was extremely early in the morning. My eyes caught his. He just stared intensely at me. I found my patent leather shoes were walking onto the site. As I came nearer to him, he just grabbed hold of my silk tie and pulled me into the most penetrating kiss I have ever had. The whole world stopped as I accepted his tongue into my mouth. His filthy hands grabbed hold of me, with one he cupped the back of my head, grabbed my hair to ensure his tongue went deeper into my mouth. He remarked the only benefit of my longish hair was that it was easier for him to control me. His other hand grabbed my pert bottom through my suit trousers so that all of my body was brought into him. I could smell him, a wonderful rich aroma of sweat and hard work. Suddenly he pulled away, my mouth felt empty, I leaned in to kiss him again. He stepped back out of my reach. He said I could not have any more until I showed him respect. At this point he just spat on my forehead. I was in complete shock at this. Ordinarily I would find this positively one of the most disgusting things that could be done to me. However as his saliva slowly dripped down my face all I could think of that he was marking me and how lucky I was to have received something from me. My erections was so hard. He obviously noticed this. He demanded I show him respect. I think my brain just froze, I could not think what to do. Thankfully he thought for me as he slapped me on my cheek, leaving a dirty mark on my alabaster skin, however it did the trick of firing up my brain to realise he had grabbed hold of my tie, was dragging me forward and down so that I was forced to sink to my knees in the filth of the building site mud. With his hand back gripping my hair he forced my mouth down to his boots. I understood what was needed as I showed my subservience by kissing his boots. Once I had demonstrated this submission he directed my face, via his forceful grip, to his crotch, where I started to lick his crotch. He then opened his zip and let loose his manhood. For the first time since my adolesence I looked at another mans penis. The glans of his penis glistened with pre-cum. It looked so tempting that I had to taste it. In that moment I accpeted his cock into my mouth. What I lacked in experience I made up for in enthusiasm as I gave him head. Within a few minutes I could feel the tension mount. Sure enough he soon proceded to cum, withdrawing from my mouth and spurting his sperm all over my face and hair which he then proceded to rub all over with his penis. At that same moment I also came without touching myself at all. Something that had never happened while I was conscious. This was demonsrated to him by how soaking wet the groin of my suit trousers were, this was by far the biggest and most satisfying orgasm of my life. Just after that moment a peace descended on me. It was only disturbed when my master then demanded payment. I was initally afronted by this as I thought he had just played me for my money. I think my anger was also fuelled by the fact I also realised why so many of my female sex partners were so hurt after I dropped them as I in effect bought them for the night by taking them out for dinner and then plying them with expensive alcohol. I had viewed sex in the past as a transaction, however what had just occured was not a transaction for me, it was a life changing event. Therefore when he said he did not want my money I was actually relieved. However what he wanted was so much more than money could buy. He wanted my humility. He retrieved a knife fromt the belt of his jeans. I should have been frightened but for some reason I had implicit trust in him. He said that to prove my humility I needed to remove my outer skin of the corporate uniform. He slowly and delibrately cut off all of my clothes.He started with my tie, then proceeded to my suit jacket. He continued until everything was shredded including my underwear, shoes and socks. I just let him do it, I had never felt so at peace. I felt as though the weight of the world was being lifted off me. There I was in the middle of a building site being slowly and deliberately stripped. Anyone could look in. However as each piece of my fine clothing was being iretrievably stripped from me I felt more and more free, until I was left standing completely naked and re-born. Only at the end of this did I suddenly think of my exposure. Standing fully naked in the middle of a building site just as the city was starting to wake up. However my new master, as I viewed him, provided for my modesty in his own way. He gave me his own filthy jockstrap. I wore it with pride. He made it clear my first sacrifce was to demonstrate my humility, further sacrifices would be made on my way to the person that I desired and needed to become. Before letting me go he decided that with my arse on show it should be reddened. He bent me over his lap and sensuously spanked me, which lead to another erection. I therefore walked home with nearly the whole of my body, especially my pert red bottom & dripping erection, exposed. People were looking at me as though I was crazy, but I felt so grounded, literally my bare feet in contact with the the filthy pavement, that realsim made me feel serene.
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Some recent events, and recent posts on the Breeding zone have prompted me to write a work of fiction. Although, I have used myself as the main character, please remember this is a work of FICTION and any similarity to real people and future events will be argued to be nothing more than pure coincidence. Enjoy. How I became a Biker Bitch Part 1 It’s difficult to believe I’ve come to this. I was a bisexual top only a few days ago, and now, well, maybe I should start at the beginning. A few weeks ago when I went out with my sister to her favorite karaoke bar. I’d been there before, as a matter of fact, I go to all the bars in town. Anyway, this particular night as we were leaving she introduced me to Magnum, the leader of the biker gang which happened to be there that night. He said “Glad to meet you. You’re not drinking?” I’d just stopped a bit earlier, and told him I was driving her tonight, as we were in her car. " Oh, got it" he said, "Good to meet you" and with that he shook my hand. He wasn’t built quite like the other bikers, having a somewhat smallish frame, as opposed the rest of guys in the bike gang, who were generally big guys. I thought this a bit odd. When we get outside I asked my sister why she introduced Magnum to me. She explained that she wanted to know if was he bi. My response, “How the hell should I know?” “Well some of the girlfriends and wives think he is, and everyone knows you are, so they just thought you could tell. Everyone hates his girlfriend 'cause she gets so jealous of anyone, even guys. talk to him. Honestly most of us are hoping Magnum and his girlfriend break-up - she's completely controlling." I responded "Women, are such conniving……” shaking my head, “What business is it of yours, your not even in their club. I mean conspiring against a guy like that. I want no part of it” “But I will say this, if we were at the gay club and the guys kept playing with his rear and crotch like they did here tonight, I’d think they were all gay and he straight.” She laughed and that was the end of it. We started going to each karaoke night at the club. The first couple of weeks only a few of the bikers dropped in, on one Saturday night they all showed up again, including Magnum. I decided to buy him a beer, thinking it would be good to be friendly. I got two beers, and walking over to him, said "Howdy," handing him one of the beers, which he accepted with a broad 'thanks'. Showing him my beer, I remarked “See, I do drink” and with that I strolled-off, thinking "My good deed is done for the night." As the night progresses, everyone got drunk, of course. I had to go take a piss as I walked into the men's room, a biker walked in behind me, taking-up the adjoining urinal. To my surprise he struck-up a conversation asking “You’re Debbi’s brother, aren’t you?” “Well, yes” I replied. Extending his free hand, we clumsily shook hands and he introduced himself saying “I’m Hambone. I’ve heard about you.” “Oh, I hopes it’s not bad.” “I heard you’re a queer.” I replied “Not quite: I’m bi. I do like women.” He clarified "But you do like cock, right?" adding "What do you think of mine? Bet you’d love to suck it for me wouldn’t ya?” With that he turned to show it to me, then,without awaiting my reply, zipped-up and walked out the door. leaving me with my mouth hanging. His cock was a beauty. I could understand why they call him Hambone. While his cock seemed to be of average length, at least when soft, but boy was it thick. I don’t think I could have gotten my mouth around it if I had wanted to. Well I would have tried if he had been serious. LOL. I hadn't had sex with anyone in a long time, and I was just about to go out of my mind with the desire to have physical contact with another person, but I didn't really know what had been stopping me. I washed my hands and returned to the table, and my beer. Debbi and I were sitting at a table with one of the bikers, Mike, and his wife, Linda, as well as a couple other women who are friends of theirs as well as Debbi, who had just been called to the floor for a song when Magnum walked-up and invited me to accompany him out on the patio where a couple of other bikers were gathered. I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but figuring the club was a public place, and as I didn’t sense any menace in the invitation, I accompanied him. Once out-side, one of the guys lit-up a joint and started passing it around. While I declined, Magnum opened saying “Some of the guys have talked it over, and we have decided to invite you to join our club.” “Wow, well uh, I’d love to belong to your club, but I’m afraid I don’t qualify. Believe me, you really don’t want me, I’d be an embarrassment. Thanks, though.” “How’s that?” he asked. “I don’t have a bike, nor do I have a good enough job to buy one, or even know how to ride, if I did have a way to buy one. Let alone the fact I used to be a prison guard, and some of your guys are ex-cons, the two don’t normally mix well. Then there's the fact I’m bi, and some of your guys would.…” He interrupted me,“Oh, I didn‘t know you were a guard.” He grinned widely and glanced at the two other bikers passing around the joint. "As for the job, I’m sure one of us can help you find one that pays enough, and I’m sure we can round up a bike you can borrow 'till you can buy one. And we can teach you to ride.” I asked, “Has anyone ever turned you down?” “Nope.” “Oh” I replied, and with that Magnum said “So it’s settled. Sure you don’t want?” offering me the joint again. “No thanks, really.” Magnum resumed by saying “We have a four month probationary period during which time you will be sponsored, so everything your sponsors tells you. You'll ride with them, everywhere they go.” As they finish the joint, and we started inside, and he told the other two guys "There's a meeting at my house after closing to start his initiation" gesturing at me. I looked-on dumbfounded. “I, I, I ah, really don’t know what to say.” Back at the table he told Debbi “Your brother has decided to join our club. I know he was riding with you, but one of us will get him home. He has to be at the meeting after the bar closes.” With that he walked-off. Turning to me Debbi said, “I didn’t know you wanted to join the biker club. You don’t even know how to ride.” “I was drafted. Maybe we should go NOW.” Mike spoke-up, “Oh, it’ll be fine. I’ll watch after him, Debbi.” To which I added “Well, he did offer to help me find a job. I can’t really turn that down. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll give it a shot.” “That’s the spirit” Mike said. I looked-up and saw Hambone talking with one of the bikers who was outside. He saw me, lifted his beer and with a smile, saluted me. Now, I was worried. Mike’s wife rode home with her friends and he drove me to Magnum’s place out in the country. On the way I asked him, “So, what goes on at this initiation anyway?” “It’s different for each guy. Mine was downing a bottle of jack, which I immediately threw up” and he chuckled at the memory as we pulled into the yard. I saw there are several bikes and a few trucks on the property, but not as many as I expected, which I pointed out to Mike. “Oh, yeah, well most of those belong to Magnum. There will only be six to eight guys here.” “Huh - I thought your club was bigger than that” I remarked, looking at him quizzically. “It is. These are the pack leaders, if you will. Or if you prefer club officers. They will initiate you, and then assign sponsors to you who will guide you for the next four months” he explained as he stopped the truck. I got out, but he didn’t. “Aren’t you coming in?” I asked. “Nope, I’m not an officer. They’ll get you home later, or call one of us to do it.” The two guys from the patio were waiting and escorted me inside. "I’m Jack" the larger guy said, "and this is Will." Jack was about six feet tall, tattooed all over. His arms were amazingly large. Frankly his size made me feel very small. Will was also a big guy, has a rough scraggly beard, a few scars on his arms, and also had numerous tattoos. When we entered the house I saw Magnum, Hambone, and three other big guys drinking at a bar in his house. I could smell the joint they were passing around. There was a pool table, a leather couch with a coffee table, and sliding glass doors. Outside I saw an in ground pool. Nice house, I thought to myself. About then I recognized one of the guys as a biker I had met many years earlier at the adult drive-in. All we did was mutual jacking in his car. I was sure it was him, but I couldn't remember his name. Then someone said “Well, I see our new guy is here. Time to started.” Jack and Wills grabbed my arms and I knew there was no way I could break free, but I tried anyway. “What the hell guys? Let me go.” They just laughed. Magnum and the other guys are smiling. “We aren’t going to hurt you” Magnum said, adding "Well, yeah, it’s going to hurt I’m sure, but you’re a cocksucker so you’ll enjoy it. See here's the plan. The boys and I, well, when we found out you were a cocksucker, and then you tell me you were a guard. You sort of picked your own initiation.” “Hell yeah!” Hambone said. I responded “Look guys, if you want me to suck your cocks, fine. I won’t resist, you don’t have to do this” and I gestured in Jack's direction. The guy from the drive-in, who was taking a drag off the joint spoke-up saying “ That’s not all we want, see a couple of us got raped in jail and now it’s payback time.” "Yeah" I heard Will say. I thought to myself What are my options here? I’ve got to talk them out of this - no place I could run to, and no way I could fight them off. “But, I wasn’t the one who did it, and I’ve never....” Then I felt the sting of Jack's huge hand on my face, and tasted blood. Magnum continued "We’ve decided to make it easier on you then they had it. Now we can do this the easy way, and you undress yourself for us like in prison, or....” Jack squeezed my arm and I clenched my teeth in pain. “Okay, Okay” I said. With my acquiescence Jack and Will let me go, and Jack knocked my hat off and slapped me on my ass, knocking slightly forward. “Hee-haw, Cowboy. Show us what you got.” I quickly regained my step. “Get em off, boy, or else, we’re waiting” Hambone said with an evil grin. I heard a chain lock being placed on the door behind me, then Jack and Will took a seat to watch me strip. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor, then went to lift my T-shirt. “Oh, this is taking too long” Jack remarked, and standing-up, he moved towards me. I froze, expecting to be punched. Instead he grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it off me. “Jack, let him do it” called-out one of the guys, to which Jack replied “Okay, Bill” and he resumed his seat. I unbuckled my belt, and reached down to pull off each one boot then the other and then dropped my jeans. Wearing only my underwear and socks, I stood there, hesitating. Magnum barked-out the order “Get them off, everything, even the socks.” So I pulled my underwear down and then removed my socks, and then stood-up, covering my crotch with my hands” feeling rather embarrassed. “Remove the hands. Stand there like you were an inmate” someone ordered. I lowered my hands to my sides. “Good, good. You’re doing so well.” Bill then remarked "That’s such a tiny cock you got there. I can’t see any woman wanting that. No wonder you’re a cocksucker." Of course everyone laughed. “I’m a grower” I responded. "Yeah sure" Hambone said as he unzipped his own jeans. to be continued.
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Im poz and Im slut. I got that humiliation fetish. I like top guys to humiliate me with dirty words. So, please tell me who I am!
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my brother is a little over a year younger than me (14 months to be exact) When He was a freshman n high school, i was a sophomore. But He was awesome, bigger than me, gorgeous, fabulous bod, self-confident, girls fell over for Him and i secretly worshiped Him. He was a real jock -- football and wrestling. one night, we are sitting around the dinner table, Dad, Brian and me. (This was after my mom had discovered the "relationship" between Dad and me and had split, with my little sister.) Anyway, Brian was complaining that His girlfriend of the moment would not put out; not even suck His cock. He complained of blue balls. Dad offered advice" "You should let your brother take care of that." Brian was stone faced, just stared ahead. Dad continued, "josh gives great head." "I'm not gay," Brian said. "A man's not gay because a guy gives him head, "Dad advised. :A man needs to get off. No real man should have blue balls. If some bitch won't take care of that, then a real man uses a guy to get off. Don't make you queer," Brian was unconvinced, protesting still. Dad turned to me. "josh, take care of your brother," He instructed. i got up, went around to where Brian was sitting, knelt before Him and pulled down His shorts and took His gorgeour cock in my mouth. Brian started to protest, but quickly calmed down as i went ot work giving Him a world-class blow job. Brian shot an unbelievable load and i swallowed every drop. "Holy fuck!!" was all He could say. And that was the beginning. Soon, i was taking care of Brian's morning wood every day, and giving Him head at night if His date was not putting out. After a few weeks, Dad instructed Brian that it was okay and not gay for Brian to fuck me, as Dad had been doing. Soon, Brian was telling His buddies on the football team about me and offering my services, especially as a reward after a great practice or after they won a game. i would report to the locker room after the practice or after a game, and lick their sweaty bodies, give them head, and few of the would fuck me. Even after football season, as a favor to His buds on the team, Brian would send me over to one of their houses to get fucked. i would just show up at this dude's house and say that Brian had sent me, and the dude always seemed to know what i was there for. After the football season was over, Brtian wrestled and Brian made sure that i got to "know" the guys on the wrestling teams like I had gotten to "know" the guys on the football team. In His Junior year, Brian was elected Captain of the Football team. And in His Senior year, Brian was elected Captain of the Wrestling team. i, of course, was happy to have done my part. my only regret is that Brian didn't play more sports.
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Hi Guys, I am a 25 year old bottom. Not very experienced. I have a tiny cock. Maybe 12 cm and very thin. I once had sex with this white guy and he was in tears laughing at the size of my cock saying it was like a ten yr old boys cock It became a fetish now. I love being humiliated about my cock being small. Any other bottoms like this?
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I’m such a pathetic small dick piss fag that deserves being humiliated till my phone breaks. Feel free to text call leave voice texts or more making fun of me, degrading me and ruining my phone number. That is my number in pic below. Feel free to copy and post else where to ruin me. I love being smacked around used and abused only to be pissed on and tossed out forced to walk home clothes and face piss soaked. It’s so embarrassing. It’s where I belong.
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Yesterday was exceptional in that I ended up double booked but everyone seems to have walked away happy. I got cat-fished by someone who said he'd come by at 8:00am, so I was already horny. Then someone I'd fucked before asked if I wanted to fuck him while he wore panties and a bra and I thought I had it all set to go when I lost contact with him, while this other guy was on squirt aggressively insisting on me fucking him. With time running out I told the guy to come over, despite having strong reservations about his weight. I was right about the weight issue, but it was made worse by it being loose flaps of fat and skin around his waist on top of a very wide set of buttocks. Oh well, a blowjob at least I thought, when there was a knock on the door and my buddy arrived. Now I was turned on. He kept his promise to wear panties and a bra and while fat boy sucked my cock I played with my buddy's pussy. I knew what he wanted from the way he leaned over the end of the bed and displayed his hole for me though, and I wanted it just as much. I got so hard from playing with his ass that I knew I had to fuck him so I pulled my cock out of fat boy's mouth while my buddy adopted the position. I couldn't help noticing fat boy trying to get my buddy to suck on his dick, but my buddy wanted none of it. Instead fat boy just had to watch and play with himself until out of pity I told him to bend over. I quickly remembered why I don't fuck fat guys. His thighs were too thick to get between them and his ass was too wide to straddle comfortably but somehow I managed. It just wasn't worth the efforts to took to keep going when I had exactly what I really wanted waiting and watching while I gave fat boy some raw cock. Very quickly I decided to go back to my buddy and leave fat boy to do whatever he wanted while I bred my buddy the way we both wanted it. I even said so before I pulled out of fat boy's cunt and said my buddy's pussy was what I really wanted and went back to fucking him while fat boy was left to his own devices. It actually turned both of us on to treat fat boy like that. I didn't care if he was humiliated or not, but it quickly became very apparent that he loved the free gay bareback sex show he was getting. I made a lot of noise about cumming in my buddy's pussy and staying inside him as long as I could so he could absorb as much cum as possible, while fat boy started cleaning himself up and getting dressed again. A while after they'd both left I was pretty surprised to get an email from fat boy thanking for the fun time and hoping we could do it again, so at least I know I have an audience on call if I want to be watched.
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I'm a handsome Dominant cigar smokin' leather TOP SIR who owns a sleazy, no limits broken and obedient sexy sub slave. It'll be bound, hooded, collared, locked in chastity, nips clamped, holes plugged. I'll be using, abusing, and bb my slave in my apt at English Bay. Looking fer other big-dicked, nasty Dom tops to come over and join in...pump and dump ur loads... Send your stats, and pics (recent clear face pics, body, etc., and how ud like to contribute/bdsm interests/experiences. STR8/bi/married masculine guys especially welcome. ...been getting A LOT of requests to submit to SIR...just be committed to fillin my boy's hole first... Already have six guys confirmed... ~SIR -
I have decided to try more exposure. This weekend I plan on going to the mall/movies. I found a Sir who wants to aid in my humilation. He ordered a skirt for me to wear and a thong. He wants me to go around the mall with those on and my chastity. He said if I comply then I will be upgraded to a steelwerks device. I will be doing this.
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Faggot needs to be exposed humiliated degraded , love being fucked by real men used and abused hard exposed humiliated all over the internet pictures taken videos
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I once went to grocery and liquor store on way home from bookstore. Both places I had some weird stares from folks, but as I was leaving the liquor store the middle aged cashier was visibly pissed and told me to "try looking in a damned mirror soon". I got to my truck in parking lot, and in the mirror I could see two distinct HUGE ropes of cum in my beard. One short rope on the side and one about 3" long right under my chin. Half dried but still visibly ropes of cum. I was embarrassed then, but by the time I got home I couldn't jerk off fast enough. I know my beard kept me from feeling the cum against my skin, but am wondering if anyone has had a similar experience?
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Can anyone give me some information on what pissing in a diaper is like? What brands are best? How much can you piss before they overflow? I'm currently in a rather unique situation: I'm homeless, and primarily sleep in a sleeping bag in the backseat of my car. It hasn't been that bad- if I keep a positive attitude, it's actually kinda fun- but I am having an issue with waking up, desperately needing to piss, in the middle of the night. Massachusetts in January isn't really the ideal climate for stepping outside at 3am to relieve yourself- generally I just sorta hang out the car door, but I'm dreading the day somebody sees me and calls the cops, or I somehow end up getting piss inside the car or something. Ultimately, I just hate getting out of my nice warm sleeping bag to relieve myself. I've always been into golden showers, and before becoming homeless, I'd sometimes get off on making myself piss a little bit while I jacked off. There were a few times where I actually indulged in deliberately pissing the bed, not to mention all over myself: I'd drink a whole lot of fluids, and hold it as long as I could, stroking my prick until I lost control. Feeling my hot, dirty piss spreading all over me, soaking more and more of my pajamas and bedding; hearing the heavy stream gushing from my overloaded bladder and splashing obscenely in the puddle of urine I was wallowing in; knowing I was shamelessly wrecking the mattress- fuck, it turned me on and felt so hot to degrade myself so completely. Sometimes I'd nut so hard I'd fall right to sleep afterwards, contentedly marinating in the filthy urinal my ruined bed had become. I'd wake up a few hours later, swaddled in the stink of my own stale piss, and immediately get boned again when I realized I'd drunk so much that my bladder was aching for release all over again... Since my circumstances are different now, I need to be much more cautious: it's important to me that I don't ruin my sleeping bag, or the car's upholstery. Ideally, I would like to be able to completely empty my bladder twice- in the middle of the night, and first thing in the morning- without all that piss overflowing- do they make diapers that can withstand that much? Also, does the piss stay warm in the diaper? I really get boned imagining how it will feel to have my junk and ass soaking in hot piss all night long, but if it gets cold instead, it will be extremely uncomfortable, especially on nights when the temperature dips into the teens. So, any tips, suggestions, or recommendations? Thanks!
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New to scene. bb always a fantasy but say no at last minute. How do I find a Dominant who will push limits, nudge, hold the boy for a while, until he gives in to what he really wants. Uses humiliation, stealth, verbal abuse, whatever to slow ly slide in.
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I'm a sub here and I like mean tops. Love the idea of a top getting all my passwords and humiliating me. If any tops wanna help me with this let me know. I love poppers and getting drunk.
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Moderator's Note: There are brief mentions of straight sex in this story. This story is not for everyone but thought I would share. Scruff Hook Up It started out as a typical Saturday for me. Waking up around 11:30 in the morning hung over from the night before and my dick hard as a rock. As I pulled back the sheet the smell of some whores ass and cunt juice still on my dick hit me. The fucking cunt that I had picked up at the clue turned out to be a real pig begging me to fuck her up the ass then sucking my dick clean before I rammed it back into her juicy cunt. But that is another story. In case you hadn’t figured it out I’m bi and really get off on fucking pussy, ass and a hungry throat. At 5’10” 175 pounds with a shaved head and black trimmed beard, my 8” thick cut dick has never had any trouble finding ass or pussy to fuck. Even when I was married I fucked around shoving my raw dick into any hot wet twat or ass that made it jump. My high sex drive combined with my dominate nature always seemed to get girls fucking wet and fucking faggots week in the knees. Even the most straight appearing guys turned into submissive cock whores around me. Dropping to their knees and taking my hard dick all the way to the base then bending over and begging me to fuck them. Thinking about all of this and the night before made my dick even harder. But I knew if I gave in and started stroking it I would get nothing done today. I made my way to the coffee pot fixed myself some coffee and settled in to write some music. After working on my music for about 7 hours I decided to go smoke a bowl and kick back before getting ready to go out for the night. After I smoked a bowl I logged into Scuff to see if one of my fuck buds was on line. While he was not on line another hot little fuck did and he was close by. His profile said he was bi 47, but sure didn’t look it in the right way, 5’8” 140 pounds 6.5 dick and versatile. My experience has been that guys who say they are versatile are really bottoms that just love to get fucked, but think versatile makes them more masculine. I hit him up, we started chatting and sure enough he was looking to get fucked. Not only was he looking to get fucked but really liked getting fucked rough and used like a whore. He also was into man smells and liked to get stoned because he turned into a real cock whore who could not get fucked enough. That was music to my ears so I asked if he was free around 8:30 that night. Just to sweeten the deal I told him I had some killer weed that I was certain he would enjoy. That seemed to close the deal and he agreed to come over at 8:30. I went to the kitchen to get a bite to eat and then thought about jumping in the shower but decided not to, just to see how much of a pig this little faggot really was. Knowing I was really ripe and that my dick was still covered in cunt and ass juice from the night before. This would be a good test to see just how piggy then little fuck really was. I decided to through on some basketball shorts with no underwear, t-shirt that I had worn all week to work out in and my dirty gym socks. I then kicked back on the sofa smoked some more then loaded a fresh bowl and waited for the pussy boy to message me that he was here. About 20 minutes later I got a test from him letting me know he was here. I told him the front door was open to come in and strip that I was waiting on the sofa. A minute later I head the front door open and close and then the sound of metal hitting the floor as he stripped down. I looked him up and down as he came into the living room with his hand over is cock and barely able to look up. I thought to myself I have it the jackpot he is even more submissive than he let on. He looked even better than his picture and much younger than 47. I told him to sit at my feet while I reached for the pipe. As the boy got between my legs I lit the pipe and shoved my foot in his face. He immediately took a big whiff and I could see him start to play with his dick. As I exhaled into his face I ordered him to get his hand off of his dick. I put the pipe to his lips lit it up again making him take a good hard hit. As he held it I leaned and tweaked his nipples making him moan as he exhaled. I made him take a second hit then leaned back and put my ripe sweaty socks in his face. Turned out the boy was a true pig as he began to sniff and lick my dirty ripe gym socks. I took a couple of more hits and then put the pip to the boy’s lips again. He started to protest saying he was already high but with a look from me the boy obeyed and took another hit. As it began to take effect he started rubbing my feet slowly working the socks off. Then he looked up at me for approval to remove my socks. As I looked down on him and nodded he slowly removed the first sock then shoving it in face taking a deep breath. I shoved my bare foot against his face holding pressing the sock into his nose. I slowly moved my foot and let the sock drop to the floor as a whimper escaped from his lips. I raised my foot back up to his face and ordered him to lick them clean. His tongue went immediately to the heel of my foot and he started to lick the soles of my feet then between my toes. I looked down at him at my feet as I felt my own high reach the perfect level. “Fuck you are a dirty little faggot” I barked at him as he started to suck my toes clean. “You fucking like my big ripe sweaty feet just wait tell you get to my ass and balls pig.” I slide my other foot under his ass as making him moan as I rubbed it against his twitching hole. Teasing him with it, making push back against my foot with that hungry fuck hole rubbing against my sock. I slowly moved my socked foot to his face and the whore went crazy licking and sniffing my sock covered with its ass scent mixed with my foot stink. I leaned up pulled the sock off of my foot and shoved it in his mouth, slapped him across his face and then spit in his face. His eyes went straight to the floor as I grabbed him by his hair dragging his face to my crotch. I shoved his nose right under my ball sack forcing him to sniff my crotch through my shorts with his mouth stuffed full of my dirty gym sock. That is when I noticed the little faggot was reaching back and playing with its pussy. Fuck its pussy not its dick. Damn this little fuck was a true whore and the smell of my fucking crotch had him fingering his hole and moaning into my crotch. I stood up slowly pulled his fingers out of his hungry cunt. I brought them up to his nose making him smell them before pulling the sock out of his mouth and then shoving his fingers into his mouth to clean. As expected the hungry little pig started eating his fingers fresh from his ass. I pulled off my t-shirt and shoved it in his face while he continued to lick his fingers clean. With my shirt covering his eyes I let my basketball shorts drop to the floor. I tied my t-shirt around his eyes using it as a blindfold then pulled his fingers from his lips forcing his arms behind his back. I grabbed the duct tape and bond his wrist together. This little submissive faggot wasn’t going anywhere. Then grabbing him by the hair I yanked his head back and spat in his face. I needed this little fuck to understand that it was nothing more than a hole to me and that I had no respect for it, at all. I then swung my leg over its shoulder and placing my foot on the couch. This put his nose right between my big bull nuts and my hairy ass. Forcing the cocksucker to breath in my stink, instantly his cock begins to drool leaking cock snot out the tip. Then without being told his tongue began trying taste my ripe sweaty nut sack. I pulled away from his mouth yanked its head back farther, spit a big luggie into his face before slapping him hard across his face. “Did I give you fucking permission to taste my stink faggot” watching the confusion race across his face. “Don’t even fucking think you have come close to earning the right to taste my fucking stink.” I shoved him down on the floor, sat back down on the sofa and placed my feet over his face. This time the faggot didn’t even attempt to lick me until I gave it permission. As the worthless cock hungry whore started to lick my feet I grabbed the remote turned on the big screen TV and hit play on porn I had waiting. As I watched this white whore who was tied up getting gang banged on the big screen I lit up a cigar and opened a beer with my feet getting worshipped by this cocksucker. Just as I ordered the piece of shit to lick between my toes the phone rang. I was my buddy Jarred. Jarred started right in telling me he had scored some good shit and wanted to know if I wanted any. Before I could answer he was asking about the bitch moaning in the back ground coming from the TV. I chuckled and told him I was interested in getting some good “shit”. He laughed as he realized he had not waited for my answer. He asked what I was up to and I told him I had some cock hungry faggot licking my feet while I watched porn and smoked a cigar. Of course this got his attention and he said he could be at my place in 30 minutes. I busted out laughing and told him to bring the stuff he had just scored with him. I felt the faggot begin to squirm under my feet as I hung up the phone. I moved my feet from over the faggots face reached over and picked up my sock and shoved it back in the faggot’s mouth. Then secured it with duct tape to hold the sock in its mouth, I flipped the pussy boy over to where he was on his knees with his ass in the air. I picked up my special lube from the table and began coating my fingers. “This is your lucky day whore you are going to get two dicks instead of just one.” As it began to protest though the gag I began working his ass with the lube. It wouldn’t be long until it was moaning and begging to get fucked. As the faggot continued to protest though the gag and try to move away from me I continued with the mind fuck. “Don’t act like you don’t want two big raw dicks fucking your hungry cunt. Oh I did tell you I only fuck raw didn’t I?” I began to laugh as the whore tried harder to get away as the realization hit him that we had never discussed fucking without a condom.
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