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This is my first attempt at writing a story here, please feel free to offer suggestions / criticisms. Also I will be posting a link to an audio version of this story. Special thanks to @pupHawaii for posting a pic that inspired me to create this story, I hope you enjoy. Part 1 of 4 Hi my name is Dietrich Bindel and this is my # it gets better story. Wednesday October 5th 2:36pm It all started in the third grade (1983), at Ronkakama elementary, I was a dorky blond kid who always had to wear glasses. Ever since I saw Star Wars I was hooked on anything technology. I was the kid that got excited about going to a radio shack just to buy a bag of resisters. I know not your normal kid growing up in the 80's, but hey that's me. Anyway one day in October while in the school library I was reading a book on how HAM radio's worked. I was enveloped in my own world and then Christian Baddula and his friends said "look at that dork, reading a book like a fag" then what seemed out of nowhere Christian slapped the book away from me falling to the ground. He picks it up and says what is this dork, you some kind of a smart guy or something, and then spits in my face. The librarian rushes over and immediately separates us. He gives me the side eye while his friends laugh and snicker at me, then as instructed they walk away. The bell rings and it's 3:00 pm, so I grab my napsack and make my way to the front of the school. I look around but i don't see the station wagon, Ughh mom's late again. Then someone shoves me to the ground. All I can hear is Christian and his friends laughing at me. He kicks me several times in the face until I start crying, I yell "stop it, stop it" while trying to shield myself. He and his friends taunt me by repeating what I said, in the way that boys do to insult you. Stop being a little bitch you fucking cry baby. Fortunately Mrs. Sinnowitz comes over and drags us all to the principals office. At least the kicking is over with. The principal says, I already heard what happened in the library, you're not in any trouble but I will need to speak to your parents. A short time passes until my mom comes into the school office and sees me. I'm a little beat up, holding a napkin to my face trying to stop a bleeding lip. She walks into the principal's office, slams the door and all I hear is a pure furry of words which were never spoken by her church lips before or since. She walks out, grabs my hand and says come on, we're going home. My dad comes home just in time for dinner, we sit down at the table and he says, so you had a fight today huh kiddo. I told him what happened, the entire story. He puts his hand on my face and notices my lip, then looks at my mom and says you're right, he's not going back there. Not having a clue, my father already enrolled me into a science and math academy, and said you will never go back to that school again. Relieved, but I will never forget what Christian did to me, never. Part 2 Friday December 19th 1997 (winter break) I was home for the holidays from my job at Time Warner Cable, being a city boy now, it's nice to come back to the island for some home cooking and family time. Anyway two of my friends invited me to join them at this record release party being hosted by WDRE's Malibu Sue at the Dublin Pub, a few towns away. I'm assured it'll be a blast. I tell them I might meet up with a guy, so maybe later. Anyway the guy I planned to meet up with flakes out so I call Arthur, he says he and his boyfriend Harry met this hot jock boy named Christian and some fun was about to be had. So I head over, boy this place is jumping tonight, parking is tough. I walk in and see the boys and him, no fucking way it's him. I text Arthur and ask, is that the boy you were talking about. He replies yeah, why? I say, don't mention me at all, but get him good and drunk. I owe him some payback. He replies with a 😁. After a little while I notice they're all talking and hitting the bar pretty hard, but hey my guys are Irish so it's all good. After a few more rounds of shots, Christian was definitely ready to be more honest about his desires. You could almost smell the lust on him as his eyes kept scanning the two up and down with a growing hunger. So Arthur said hey, it's getting a little stuffy in here, you wanna get some fresh air? Of course Christian was thinking along similar lines. The three made their way outside and over to the boys Grand Jeep Cherokee parked in the back of the lot. Arthur opened up the tailgate and sat down with his legs spread. He then grabs Christians ass while pulling him in for a kiss, the boy is all too happy to go along with this. The two start to make out with Harry joining in the petting and kissing. Harry begins to unzip Arthur's pants and pulls out his boyfriend's 7.5x5 cock, then grabs Christians left hand and places it on Arthur's fuck-stick. Christians eyes open wider and the frenzy of excitement grows. Arthur stops kissing and says go ahead, he won't mind. Just as he goes down on Arthur. Harry pulls his 7x6 uncut cock out, smacking Christians left cheek while sliding his finger under his pants to that sweet jock hole. Harry could feel the warmth and now knows this boy is HUNGRY. Harry looks over at his boyfriend and gives him a filthy grin. Overwhelmed with sensations Christian switches cocks to enjoy the bounty offered. Arthur whispers, do you like to get fucked boy, hearing only a uh-huh from his stuffed mouth; good, as he unbuttoned Christians pants. Harry takes his cock out of his mouth and puts the boys face back on Arthur's fuck-stick. Harry moves to Christian's rear and then pulls his pants down, kicks his legs apart, then gets on his knees and begins to eat his hole out. A slight gasp and then the whimpers begin to roll from his cock stuff mouth, all while being slightly guided to go up and down on Arthur's shaft. After a little while Arthur asks the boy, you want my boyfriend's cock, again a solid reply of uh-huh. Harry gets up and slaps his cock on his hole while delivering a healthy amount of spit and says "you want it boy, then back that ass on it". Slowly self impaling himself enjoying every inch on offer, all while gaging on the larger fuck-stick lodged in his throat. Harry then grabs the boys ass on the sides and takes control. The boy begins moaning uncontrollably. He starts to mumble; fuck me, fuck me harder. The couple is getting more excited by this boy's hunger. They eagerly start using his holes as a self serve cock service station and this is where i make my entrance. I slowly walk up unzipping my pants grabbing at my 8.5x6.5 cut cock, watching the two as if each stroke of my cock was a clap to their performance. A few moments later Harry busts his nut inside of him by grunting and doing his final thrust digging inside to make sure his seed was properly implanted. Harry looks at me and says "your turn bro". Christian so enveloped in being a spit roasted fuck slut didn't even realize he's been bred, nor that anyone else was there. Once I put my cock in him he knows this isn't Harry anymore and he doesn't seem to care either, he's too hungry. I take Christian's right hand and use his forearm as a handle for a proper mounting. I slowly push my beer-can cock inside of him, feeling the warmth of his hole and the slurry of Harry's cum and spit. Slowly each bit fills and stretches him offering a challenge of pleasure and pain in ways he never realized possible. His moaning tells me he's never had a cock like mine before. As I start to breach his second ring he tries to lift his head off Arthur's cock but is quickly forced back down on it and then given a gentle slap and told to finish what you've started. I put all 8.5 inches in him hearing a deep and deafening moan. My friends made the same sound for me many times before which only made them hornier knowing his pleasure. I began slow at first then incrementally picking up the pace of the rhythm until I was at a house music beat. His moans quickly became uncontrollable cries, but I couldn't care less, I was here to take my piece out of this faggot. A small crowd begins to form around us looking on in shock and amusement. Arthur grabs the boy's head pushing it all the way down his shaft making him choke flem as he blows his load down his gagging throat. Leaving his cock in there to make sure every drop is properly delivered. Arthur says good boy, then releases the boy's head which makes his moans louder without the cock gag. Drooling flem and cum, he says fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hole out sir, i slap his ass with my left hand repeatedly and say "you love this dick faggot?" He replies my hole is yours sir, just keep fuuuucking meeeeeeee. With his left hand on Arthur's thighs, his head off to the side he murmurs out I love your cock sir, I love your cock sir, fuuuuuck meeeee iiiiii'm gonnaaa cummmm. Christian blows his load all over the trailer hitch, but I'm not finished yet. I keep my action going strong, mercilessly pounding him as his moans of pleasure quickly become yelps of pain until my final push releasing myself inside of him. Keeping my cock firmly inside of him saying take my load faggot. His legs shake uncontrollably otherwise restrained until every drop is drained from my balls, completing my insemination. Then I released his forearm and say, you loved that dick didn't you Christian Baddula of 23 Pond road Ronkakama NY, 11779. He looks back at me completely depleted from being fucked out and of bewilderment. I say you don't remember me, do you (as I zip up). Remember that kid you beat up in the third grade, he just fucked your jock ass stupid in front of all of these people. Now who's the faggot as I spit in his face and throw him to the ground. Mr tough guy huh, I tuck my shirt in and walk back inside the bar for another drink. My friends laughing at what I had just done; they close the tailgate and join me back inside. The crowd starts to dissipate leaving him there on the ground with his pants around his ankles, his mouth and ass leaking our cum and a new pain that he secretly loves. Christian now humiliated, vulnerable, and properly violated. Barely able to move, inches his cum and mud drenched pants back on and stumbles into the bar. He sees us standing at one of the side tables kicking back some beers like warriors celebrating after a glorious battle. He looks right at me and says, I'm so sorry for what I did to you back then, I was a real jerk. He drops to his knees, looks right into my eyes and says I will do anything to be your bitch sir. Looking pathetic and desperate for my approval, he grabs my thighs with both hands and with a half breath says....please. With a stern face I motion for him to get up and tell him to get us some beers. All too happy to obey like a faithful servant, he walks over to the bartender. You can see the filth all over him. He couldn't care less, for he found something he didn't know was possible and definitely knew he needed in his life.

CLICK. The door slowly swings open inward, and I step into the apartment. Slipping the key back into the pocket of my shorts, I look around furtively as I close the door behind me, as quietly as possible. Good - no lights on, no sign of anyone here, I think with relief. When your buddy is the superintendent of a huge apartment building on the wrong side of town, you can get away with all kinds of shit. Tom clues me in on when his residents are away, gives me his copy of their key, and I grab whatever I can. He gets a third of the profits, since he's not taking as much of a risk as I am. He says this apartment belongs to a guy who lives alone. Seems like kind of a shy, nerdy type. Works some kind of IT job, keeps to himself. I don't ask too many questions - sounds like an easy target to me. If by chance he's there when I hit his place I'm sure I can clock him and get away before he has a chance to get at me. I pass the kitchen and head for the living room. Nothing promising here - books, TV, desktop computer. No laptop or iPad, nothing small and easy to grab. I decide to check the bedroom and circle back if there's nothing there. Suddenly there's a loud SMACK and the back of my head explodes in pain. Stunned, I drop to my knees. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" I turn to look behind me and I'm immediately greeted by a fist to the right side of my face. I hit the floor. A strong pair of hands grabs me - one under my arm, and the other around my neck - and lifts me off the floor, and I get a good look at him for the first time. He's shorter than me - looks about 5'5" - wearing the typical IT guy uniform of khakis, a short sleeve dress shirt and tie, and glasses. Brown hair, weathered face, looks to be about 40. But holy shit, his chest and arms are bulging against his shirt. Fucking Tom...he didn't tell me the guy was a little fucking beast, I think. "You breaking in here to steal some shit? Huh? ANSWER ME, you fucking punk!" Still reeling from two quick blows to the head, I say nothing. I'm unsteady on my feet as it is, and his hand is crushing my windpipe. I'm seeing stars as I start to go down again. "No one fucking breaks into my place and gets away with it." He wrenches me around by the arm and hurls me backward over the back of the sofa. "ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! What the fuck are you doing in here??" His face is right in mine, so much so that his spit is all over my face. He eases his grip on my neck. "You're in here to steal my stuff, aren't you? Thought you could get away with it?" I stutter "Y- yeah." He grins wickedly. "Well too fucking bad for you that I caught you!! Now you're going to pay for it!" He grabs both arms and flips me over, so I'm flung face down over the back of his sofa. He pins both of my hands behind my back with one hand. I realize he's incredibly fucking strong, and even if I wasn't likely concussed he would have been able to overpower me pretty quickly in a fight. But despite knowing this, instinct kicks in, and I struggle against his grip, twisting my arms in an effort to free my hands and trying vainly to gain my balance enough to kick him in the nuts. "Oh no you don't!!" With his free hand, he smacks me across the back of the head again. Then he lands a blow to my right side, near my kidney. It completely takes the wind out of me. Suddenly, to my shock, he grabs the waistband of my gym shorts and rips them down to my knees in one quick motion. I'm left in just a t-shirt and my briefs. What the fuck is he doing, I panic in my brain. "You're nothing but a fucking punk bitch, and I'm going to put you in your goddamn place." SMACK. His open hand lands a sharp blow across my right ass cheek. I yowl in pain - it stings like a motherfucker. Before I have time to catch my breath, he lands another one. And another. And another. He alternates at random between my left and right ass cheeks. I pray to god the pain will lessen, but instead the more he spanks my ass, the more each blow stings. Tears are running hot and salty down my face as I scream. "OW! Stop it - OW! FUCK! GODDAMN YOU SICK BASTARD!" I hear him laugh. "Too late for that dumbass, you should have thought twice before breaking into my fucking apartment!" The spanking goes on for what seems like an hour - relentless blow after blow. I've never felt pain like this before. Finally, he pulls me up into a standing position using just the hand that's pinning my wrists to my back. The leverage wrenches both of my shoulders, which hurts like hell. I'm in pain, breathless and with my gym shorts and briefs around my ankles. I'm next to helpless. "You are in more trouble than you fucking know, punk. I've had a shitty fucking day and now you've given me every fucking reason to take it all out on you." He drags me, stumbling and dizzy, into the bedroom. He throws me down on the bed. I have enough of my wits to try rolling off the other side to put some distance between us - maybe I can get away from this fucking lunatic before I end up in pieces in a dumpster. But it doesn't work. He's too quick and too strong. He grabs my left leg and without me even realizing how he did it, it's tied to the bed frame using the necktie he was wearing. I try to yank my leg free but I can't. Before I know it, he's got me tied down, spread eagled and helpless, on his bed. He grins wickedly. "Fuck yeah, this is going to be fun." He opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a jackknife. Oh god, he's going to kill me, I think. He turns to me and in one quick motion, slices through the front of my t-shirt, and then through the sleeves. The back side of the blade is cold as it passes over the skin of my upper arms. He rips the t-shirt off and out from under me. "What are you going to do?" I finally manage to stammer. "If you're going to kill me-" He laughs again. He reaches over and twists my left nipple. I gasp in pain. "Don't worry about that. I'm not a fucking killer. But trust me, what I have in mind is much more fun. To me, anyway." He then cuts easily through my gym shorts and briefs, still around my splayed-out legs, and pulls them off. He goes through my pocket and takes out my phone. Grabbing my hand, he forces my finger against the scanner and it unlocks. "Hmm, let's see .... Facebook ... in a relationship with Katie ... oh, and looks like we have mom and dad on here too, is that right?" "Y- yeah," I respond. He chuckles and points the camera at me. "They are going to love seeing this." He snaps a picture of my naked body, obscenely stretched out on this strange man's bed. "NO! Please, stop, don't do this!" "No? Then stop me. Oh wait, you can't!" He's right and I know it. He laughs again, throwing my phone on his nightstand. He climbs up on the bed, straddling my chest, and puts his forearm against my neck. "I'm going to have a little fun with you, and you're going to fucking do as you're goddamn told. And if you don't, these pics are going on Facebook for everyone to fucking see. Or I might just call the police, who knows...see how much fun you have in a prison cell. You understand, you fucking punk?" "I- I- " "Fuck it, I don't care if you don't." He backhands me hard across the face. He climbs off and starts to strip. He rips his shirt off so quick he loses a button. I realize he's fucking ripped...not the easy target I thought he was. His belt comes off next. He sets it on the nightstand, and then drops his khakis and boxers. Oh my fucking god, I realize with a shock. This sick fucker is going to rape me. His cock looks enormous to me - thick, long and uncut. It's stiffening up really fast as he steps out of his pants and boxers. Before I can recover enough to say a word, he climbs up on the bed again, straddles my face, and slaps my mouth with his dick. "Open that fucking mouth and suck my dick," he orders. My lips tighten. "GODDAMNIT, WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" He backhands me across the face again. "You fucking -" I start to retort, but he backhands me again. "OPEN IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR I CALL THE COPS!" The shock of the blows renders me almost completely helpless, and I drop my mouth open. He shoves his cock down my throat in one quick thrust. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced. The salty taste of his dick and his precum makes me nauseous, and the pressure of his cockhead against the back of my throat makes me gag. He ignores this and pushes in harder. His fat rod slides into the opening of my throat, and I feel my stomach wretch. His balls are resting against my chin and my nose is buried in his bush. I can smell his sweat and musk, and it's revolting. He starts fucking my mouth, and it's horrible. I'm gagging, coughing, unable to breathe. Tears running down my face. I feel so violated and humiliated. It seems endless. Finally he gets bored. He climbs off and opens his nightstand again. "On to the main event." He pulls out a bottle of lube, a rag and a little brown bottle. I realize what's about to happen. "No, please, no, don't do this, I'll do anything- " "Shut the fuck up, you little cunt." He reaches down and smacks my balls, hard. The pain is too much, and I black out. When I come to, he's untied my legs from the footboard, and tied them to the headboard, with my knees up against my chest. I become aware of a pressure against my hole, and I look down and see his fucking sadistic grin. He's kneeling between my legs, his huge fucking boner throbbing, with a finger against the outside of my asshole, and it's slick with lube. "No, please, no," I moan. "Too late for that, bitch. You're gonna take my cock like the good fucking little bitch you are." His finger presses into my hole. I clench against it, and it feels like I'm being torn apart. It's a stinging, ripping pain, and I scream. "Tense up like that and it's just going to hurt more. Not that I care, I'm gonna fuck you anyway." He pulls his finger out, and starts slapping his cock against my asshole. I am so revolted by feeling another man's cock on my whole, I almost throw up. "Dude, please, you don't have to do this..." He laughs again. "You didn't have to break into my apartment, asshole. But you did." He reaches over for the rag and the brown bottle. He opens the bottle and pours a good amount of liquid onto the rag, and then presses it over my face. It burns, and the sharp chemical smell is extremely unpleasant. I try to hold my breath but I can't. When I inhale, the fumes go to my head and I feel a warm, sickening headrush. I feel like I'm about to pass out again, and my legs go limp. Without realizing it, my tightly clenched hole relaxes. Then he rams his cock hard into my hole, and all I can feel is the pain. Again and again he pulls all the way out, penetrating my hole over and over. Each time it feels like being stabbed all over again. It's the most painful, violating experience of my life, and I'm sick to my stomach knowing what's happening. He leans into each painful thrust. He's putting all his weight into each one, his hands on either side of my torso. That fucking sick, twisted grin of his makes me wish I could punch him in the face. He's working up a sweat and it's dripping from his forehead all over my face and chest. "Oh yeah, that's a nice tight fucking punk ass," he growls. "Glad I caught you." "Fuck you, you sick fucking pervert," I roar. I spit in his face. He immediately backhands me across the face again. "You are going to fucking regret that." He grabs my throat again and tightens his grip as he fucks me harder and faster. My vision starts to go fuzzy as he chokes me. Fuck, I'm gonna die with a dick up my ass, I think. Finally he releases my throat. "Oh fuck yes, I'm getting close. You're gonna take my fucking load, you worthless little faggot. I'm gonna breed your useless straight punk ass, and you're going to thank me for going easy on you." He pounds my chest with his fist, and then cruelly twists my nipple. I howl in pain...which seems to send him over the edge. "OH FUCK YEAAAAH!" he roars. With one final thrust he buries his cock deep into me. I can feel it throb inside me, and there's a sudden gush of warmth and wetness. I've never felt it before, but I know it's his cum, and it grosses me out so much I finally turn my head to one side and throw up all over his bed. He pulls out and climbs down off me. "Look at this, you fucking whore," he growls. I look and I see his still-hard cock, coated with what looks like mucus and cum...and streaks of what I realize is my blood. "Yeah, take a good look...I fucking popped your bitch ass cherry. Fucked you raw and bloody. You should be grateful you got your cherry popped by a real man." He undoes the knots holding me to the bed, and I feel the blood rush back into my hands and feet. "Now I'm going to shower off, and you're going to fucking clean up this mess, and get the fuck out of here. The bedroom door locks from the outside so don't even think about trying to get out." He walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I hear the unmistakeable rattle of a hook and eye lock sliding into place. I have no choice but to obey. He already fucking raped me, why make him any madder? I climb off the bed, every part of my body aching from the abuse I just took. As I stand up, I feel a warm wet trickle down the back of my ballsack, and I realize it's his cum...and most likely, my blood. I start stripping the sheets off his bed and throwing them in a pile. I realize he left his clothes on the floor, and my curiosity is piqued by a piece of paper I see sticking out of the pocket of his khakis. I slip it out of the pocket and read it... PATIENT: Christopher Rollins DOB: 5/19/1973 DATE OF VISIT: November 20, 2016 REASON FOR VISIT: New HIV infection HPI: Pt is a 43 year old gay male who was seen last week for routine HIV/STD screening. He returns to the office today because 4th gen HIV Ag/Ab testing was positive. This is his first positive test. A viral load was run on the sample he provided last week, and a viral load of 137,000 copies/mL suggests a relatively recent infection. Today we discussed starting HAART, pending results of a genotype / resistance analysis, which should be resulted in the next 3 - 4 weeks. Pt is coping well with the diagnosis. He was instructed to abstain from sexual intercourse at this time, as a high viral load indicates that he is extremely infectious at this time. Pt aware of the above and understands all instructions.

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So I was horny the other day and started searching for some porn to jack off to... I googled 'amateur gay sling fuck' and got some good results. Watched a few videos, shot my load... job done! Afterwards I started thinking about how I really get turned on by being in a sling/watching guys getting fucked in a sling etc... What is it about slings and why do they turns me on so much? Then I remembered that when I was about 19/20yrs, I visited San Francisco and hooked up with a hot older leather muscle daddy who had a full playroom. He fucked me for hours in his sling. It was one of the hottest fucks I've ever had. I believe that was the first time I had ever been in a sling too. I'm starting to think that that is the foundation of the fetish. Does anyone have a similar experience? Anything happened in the past that has influenced a fetish?

A few years ago I decided to take time away from the world and find myself. I had just really started getting into dressing and acting feminine and wanted to spend an evening with somebody who would treat me like a woman. I ended up finding just that in a huge black guy named Kenny. Kenny had responded to a lengthy craigslist add that I had put up exaining that I was a CD looking to spend an evening being pampered and made love to. Not super hard fucking, just good sex. I informed him that I was a little on the bigger side but more curvy than anything with a nice round bubble butt. I also made it clear that I was DDF (with exception to weed and some hallucinogens) and wanted somebody who was the same. He replied with his size and stats, told me he was into weed as well and that he was very interested in me by my post. He said he wasn't trying to fuck a whole lot of people but wanted one steady thing. I told him I would consider it if things went well. He sent a picture of his cock with the message. Around 9 inches, a slight curve, massive head and plenty of girth. It looked amazing. He asked if I wanted poppers but I assured him that I wouldn't need them as I play with toys every day and it wouldn't take much to fit that monster in his pants in my butt. He talked for the rest of the night and agreed to meet that following weekend. I spent over an hour dolling myself up with my best wig and everything. I had gone for a wax the day prior to so I was sure my skin was smooth as silk for him. I slid a big plug in my ass and threw on a little makeup and then put on my lingerie. Nothing special, just a body stocking with a choker necklace. I gave myself a once over and thought I looked pretty damn good so I threw a pair of heels in the passenger seat, removed the plug and took off to meet him at his house. When I arrived, I slid on the heels and met him at the door. His eyes grew so wide when he saw me, looking me up and down. "Daaaaaaaaamn, baby mama! You look sexy!" I blushed and thanked him as he invited me inside. He offered me a place to sit on the couch and brought me a Rum & coke and a big fat blunt. We smoked the blunt together, talking about what we were into. He told me he was into slow, soft sex but could also get down with some serious fucking. He said he had fucked a couple twines before but nobody like me which made me blush again. He started to caress my thigh and play with my nipples while telling me how much he would love to come home every day to me on his bed with my ass clapping and ready to take his warm loads. "Do you think you have what it takes to dick this down?" I asked with a devilish grin. He laughed and said there was only one way to find out. I tossed back my drink and we finished the blunt before he put on some music and then came back to me with a smile. "Would you give me a lap dance?" he asked. I told him I had never done that before but I was willing to try for him. He smiled and pulled a chair from the kitchen and sat down in his living room. Rick Ross was on the stereo and I was a little nervous because in my head I could imagine me grinding on him, making my ass pop to Ross but I didn't think I could make it look as good as it did in my head he told me not to be nervous and to give it my best shot. I waited for the beat to drop and started popping my hips and shaking my ass, I really enjoyed myself. I was slow at first, trying to tease him a little, then I went full force, rubbing my ass against his bulge, bouncing up and down on it.... At one point, I felt his hands go down and undo his pants, releasing that leviathan of a cock and I slid right up the crack of my ass when it stood up. "Wow that's really big" I said. "Too big?" He asked. I told him no. "Daddy, i don't care how big it is, My ass is spreading for you and that whole thing is going inside me tonight one way or another." He smiled and grabbed my ass and kissed me. I kissed him back as his tongue parted my lips and started proving inside my mouth as my ass continued to grind against his cock. All of a sudden, I felt the tip of his cock slide through my ass crack and poke just past my first ring which made me jump. Not in pain, not at all, but surprise. He got up inside me so easily. "Wow, you do like to play with toys" we both laughed. "That was naughty, daddy." "Ya. You've been a naughty girl. Daddy will have to spank you. Would you like that, baby mama?" I smiled and nodded. He hooked my legs into his arms and carried me off to the bedroom with one of his fingers sliding into my ass..... Part 2 Coming Soon!

I am an insatiable, shameless, sex starved, sexually depraved, skinny, slutty Tranvestite with a TIGHT, VIRGIN ASS. I am an "unused" oral and anal virgin looking and wanting to go ALL THE WAY with a hot man. I am seeking a YOUNG, RANDY, SMOOTH, MUSCLED UP HUNK with a LUSH CUT COCK to offer myself to as his REGULAR pet slut ... bimbo ... bitch ... fucktoy ... fuckpuppet ... bad gurl ... dirty little whore ... with NO CONDOMS REQUIRED. I don't want romance ... I don't want roses ... I don't want endless chit chat ... I just want HARCORE SEX ... on a REGULAR BASIS. Specifically I want: to suck and gag on cock, my mouth spunked into, to swallow cum, to be spoken dirty to, to be held by the hair, to be rimmed out, my ass spat on, to be spanked, screwed, drilled, fucked, given a good spunking into, to be told I am a little slut, to feel USED, to feel like a little whore. Can travel 24/7!!!

I went to a sex party in Torquay last Saturday night with a couple I know who own their own private dungeon. It's usually a good place for a fuck, but this time it was unfortunately rather vanilla, more bondage than fucking. While usually the host will fuck me, this time he was pre-occupied with a new addition. Slightly disappointed, Imade out with an old queen who was heavily turned on by slapping me, but again wasn't up for the all important fuck I was craving. Although I was able to tick-off one of the things on my being gay bucket list, (being tied up in a sleep-suit), the night was young and I knew a local sauna in Plymouth which was open to 4:00 AM. My dick pointed in that direction and I was there within the hour. On checking in and wandering around the darkened maze, I came across four guys up for fun in a large cinema room, two younger guys who were fucking, an old man and some ugly looking cunt, who looked ill. His teeth were largely missing, and his nose was crooked, but he had me on the bed and fingered me. High on poppers, I let him fuck me, with the other guys watching. There wasn't much room and he took me to a side room. Getting me on the bed, he gave me the option of bareback or condom. I choose bareback. For an ugly bloke he fucked like an Adonis and filled me with his load. He forced me onto his cock to finish him off and then he went. I made my way to the dark room and was grabbed by an ugly guy who, upon feeling my arse, took me into a private room and fucked me. He had taken Viagra and fucked like a rabbit. His mate also fucked me and finished me off in the sling. Fucking awesome. I did some more rounds for the next hour, when a 23 year old asked me to cum all over him, I was happy to oblige. After usually playing safe, I have decided bareback is the way to go. Your thoughts..........?

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I have only just found this site and am enjoying reading the forums but I'm surprised that so far no-one has started one looking at how pain and pleasure are inseparable in a lot of man on man situations. I believe that pain is an integral factor in making gay sex great. A lot of men are quite happy to experience pain in the pursuit of athletic prowess so why should it not be the same when it comes to other bodily achievements. A simple example is my desire, and I am sure I am not alone, to be fucked by as big a cock as possible. When I say big I mean a big girth rather than length although the two seem to go together. A big girth even to an experienced bottom like me can mean my anus being stretched just that little bit more than usual. This produces a pain that is instantly turned into a pleasure that I savour and enhances the total fucking experience. Another form of pain is being spanked before being fucked. I like being caned or paddled. The former produces a sharp pain that really raises the senses and makes me feel subjugated. The pain takes a long time to abate and more strokes add to its intensity and my feeling of being dominated. When I am finally fucked I am given a reminder of how tender my buttocks have become with every stroke of the cock in my hole, The pleasure of feeling a cock pump my hole and the pain each time a body pushes against my bruised ass-cheeks sends rapturous sensations through me. Paddling produces a mellow kind of sting that is only momentary and quickly gets translated into a warm glow of pleasure. I am happy to be paddled for long periods of time by the end of which my only desire is to have my hole opened up by a rampant cock and pumped full of cum. I have often wondered what it would be like to have a dildo in my hole and have it hit with a paddle so that simultaneously i feel the dildo being violently forced inside me and I receive a stinging slap on my ass. I have lots more pain and pleasure examples to share but I would be interested in hearing from other guys about what they have experienced.

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Come one come All to Mid America Fisters in Action (MAFIA) at Steamworks this Friday Sep 19. MAFIA will be taking over the 3d floor gym with slings and fuck benches from 10PM until ??? - Also Rough Trade is in the club, so it should be a great time as well if fisting is not your main interest. I will be there in Room 301 as well, taking all loads as always :-) Come on out on a Friday night, it's the weekend, you had a hard week and its time to fill some holes with the cum you have been saving all week :-) I am in town staying in the NW side by the airport (no car) so if your not up for Friday night, Saturday and Sunday could work as well. Email: totalasspig@net-dudes.net versfistpignj on asspig and bbrts Follow my ass on twitter @totalasspig