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The story you’re about to read is woven from the threads of my own experiences, though I’ve taken some creative liberties. It unfolds through the eyes of a young man seeking something deeper than fleeting moments of physical connection—a journey that echoes my own from years past under the tutelage of my Dom. As I navigated the crowded space, I was struck by the diversity of the crowd. There were those who exuded confidence, their presence commanding respect, and others who, like me, were newcomers, seeking guidance and understanding. It was a world where vulnerability was not a weakness but a strength, a badge of honor worn with pride. Here, i found not just a community, but a family. We are bound by trust, respect, and a shared understanding of the path we walk." Under his tutelage, I began to understand the nuances of the lifestyle. It was not just about the physical acts, but about the mental and emotional connection that made those acts meaningful. He taught me that dominance and submission were not about power, but about trust and surrender. It was a dance, a delicate balance where both partners were equal, their roles defined by mutual consent and understanding. As I delved deeper into the world, I realized that the BDSM lifestyle was a journey of self-discovery. It was a place where I could explore my desires, my fears, and my strengths. The community embraced me, offering support and guidance, their experiences a beacon in the dark. Through the lens of my journey, I hope to capture the essence of this world—a world where intimacy is not just physical, but a profound connection of the mind and soul. It is a place where vulnerability is celebrated, and trust is the foundation upon which everything is built. To those who are curious, I invite you to explore this world with an open mind and heart. It is a journey that can lead to profound self-discovery and connection. And to those who are already a part of this community, I hope my words resonate with your experiences and serve as a reminder of the beautiful bond we share. With gratitude and respect, I dedicate this story to Sir Evans, the Dom who guided me into this world. His mentorship was a gift, a beacon that illuminated my path and taught me the true meaning of discipline and community. Thank you, Sir Evans, for showing me the way. My Genesis, The Brotherhood Chapter 1 Tuesday, May 18, 1993, 7:17 PM They say curiosity killed the cat. For me, it didn’t kill—it reshaped me, pulling me into a world I never imagined. I was seventeen, trapped in the haze of a trigonometry final, my textbook a lifeless slab of numbers mocking me from the desk. I needed an escape, something to jolt me awake. So, like any restless, hormone-drunk suburban kid with a dial-up modem and a head full of dirty secrets, I slunk into AOL’s alt.binaries.m4m.personals.NY.LI—a gritty, pre-Craigslist underworld of raw desire. Most ads were the usual filth: blurry nudes, pathetic begging, or shady offers for quick cash. Then one hit me like a slap across the face. CONTROL — Want to take it, or have it taken from you? My heart pounded, my jeans tightening before my brain could catch up. I clicked, already half-lost. The ad was bold, unapologetic: >Do you know how to take control—or crave having it stripped away? Ever wonder why kink ignites something in you that you’re too afraid to name? You already know the answer. You just haven’t dared to speak it. >Verbal Dom Master seeks pledges for a brotherhood of men. You’ll be trained in bondage, dominance, sadism, masochism, and more. Confront the lies you tell yourself—the ones holding you back. Our mirror will show you your most raw truths, and by facing them, you’ll grow. You were meant to command your world, not shrink from it. >Let go. Trust yourself and your brothers. What awaits is beyond what you can grasp now. Once you begin, you won’t turn back—the truth you find will pull you forward. >This isn’t a fantasy. It’s a lifestyle for men ready to leave boyhood behind and embrace the responsibilities of manhood. >Reply with a paragraph about why this speaks to you—and a photo. I shared it with my friends. We were stunned, drawn in, our curiosity burning. This wasn’t just intriguing; it felt like a door to something deeper. Together, we sent a reply with a group photo and a short note about ourselves. The next day, a response arrived: Hello, young gentlemen. Congratulations on taking the first step. As you’re not yet of age for deeper discussion, I can only offer an outline for now. If you’d like, we can meet for coffee in a public place. After a few messages, we set a date. Sunday, May 23, 1993, 3:00 PM I arrived at the Bel-Aire Diner in Astoria, Queens NY, a lively, neutral spot. We met in the parking lot, as planned. He was tall, well-built, handsome, commanding, his presence heavy with quiet authority. “You may call me Sir,” he said, his voice steady. “Understand, boy?” “Yes, Sir,” I replied, my throat tight. Inside, the host greeted us with, “As requested, Sir,” and led us to a private booth in a quiet corner. Sir spoke first, cutting through the diner’s hum. “Let me outline things before you ask questions.” He described the initial training: obeying commands, standing at attention, speaking only when addressed, and understanding our place. We’d learn grooming, domestic skills—cleaning, bar tending, massaging, ironing, light cooking—and a code of honor, conduct, and behavior. “You’re not training to be a maid,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine. “You’re training to be a respectable, independent man who relies on no one.” Initiation would have to wait until my eighteenth birthday, for legal reasons. He handed me four binders, each divided into chapters with assignments. I couldn’t help asking, “What about fucking and that sort of stuff, sir?” He smiled, patiently. “I understand you're eager to fulfill your fantasies. But without this foundation, you’ll only chase fleeting moments. You contacted me because you want more—and this is the groundwork, boy.” We finished our coffees and parted. Afterwards, I met with the boys, showing them the binders. The tasks seemed manageable—some we already knew. We agreed to commit and start the lessons. Friday, June 25, 1993, 12:00 PM (My 18th Birthday) After a small family party—chocolate cake, presents, and my mom’s worried lecture about ticks at Mohonk State Park, where I said we were camping—my dad slipped me forty bucks with a look that said, “I know you're story is complete BS, go have fun.” They had no idea what we were really chasing. After a small birthday party with the family, accompanied by chocolate cake and some gifts. I start to pack up for the weekend. I told my parents that the guys and I were going camping at the Mohonk state park preserve. My mom, overly concerned about ticks, gives me a loving lecture and some deet. I promise her that we will check each other's bodies for ticks every night before bed. My dad quietly slipped me forty bucks and gave me that look that says, I know you're story is complete BS, go have fun. Little did they know what hijinks we were actually up to. By 2:45 PM, we reached the address. I knocked at the door, and Master greeted us, leading us inside to a mudroom. His voice was calm but firm. “Tonight is a big weekend for you boys. Tonight, you will begin to confront your fears and admit your desires. This will be done in the presence of others and you will be held to our standards. You will be tested and broken down in front of each other, and many other men.” He explained the hierarchy: everyone will be masked except him and us four. Only Master could speak to us at first, though four mentoring Dom's would later share equal authority, followed by other ranks outlined in the binders. “All orders will be obeyed,” he said. “When you're ready, simply take your shoes off and wait inside the living room, until someone comes for you.” We sat on the couch, nerves buzzing. A young man, masked and wearing only a collar with an Alpha symbol, gestured for us to follow. He led us to a large room, dark and smoky, lit by dim red lights, like a massive converted garage. Naked men stood in a semicircle, their masked faces unreadable. A spotlight in the center of the room snapped on. “Faggots, stand in the light,” Master commanded. We stepped into the glare, exposed. “Faggots, take off all of your clothing and put them into the marked bags. The bags are labeled 'faggot' and our last names.” Master addressed me first. “Faggot bindel, announce your name and why you are here.” My voice unsteady. “My name is dietrich bindel and I am a faggot. I came here seeking, discipline, training, mentoring, and respect Sir.” danny, harry, and arthur followed, their voices echoing mine. Master approached me. “Faggot bindel, are you ready to submit yourself to my authority?” “Sir, yes, Sir,” I replied. “Kneel and repeat after me.” I knelt, reciting: “I, dieterich bindel, fully offer myself to you without hesitation, reservation, or limit for your personal use and/or entertainment. I will obey every command from you without refusal until you release me of my pledge of obligation.” A collar tightened around my neck, slightly restrictive, a constant reminder of my choice, and my place. He repeated the ritual with the others. (What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?) Master ordered, “Faggot bindel, you will slowly parade yourself around the circle of your brothers on all fours like a dog three times. Properly display yourself for us to see.” I crawled, voice nervous, but clear: “My name is Faggot bindel, and I am a worthless faggot. I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect.” I repeat this over and over until my three laps are completed, my words steadied with each recital. I then returned to my spot, and watched the others follow my example. A light flashed, illuminating an area, and two curtains are drawn revealing four dildos attached to the wall, each labeled with our last names. “Go to your individual station, and show us how you suck cock faggots,” Master said. Still on our knees, we obeyed, making our way over to our designated spots and begin to suck on the dildos. Moments later, I hear a clap and four men approached, and force us to go down further. I gagged, throat burning, phlegm pooling. I try to push back, but the man controlling my head pushes me even harder. Master’s voice cut through: “Resistance is cowardice. What did you come here for, faggots?” Choking, we tried: “I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect, sir.” The words were muffled, strained. Master claps again and I can hear four other men approach us. Then a small brown bottle was held to my nostril, the other pinched. “Breathe deeply, faggots,” Master said. I inhaled, my head spinning, a warm rush flooding me. Somehow, the dildo became easier, the force diminishes to a gentle suggestion. Another inhale, and I leaned into it, craving the sensation. Clap. “Faggots, turn around one hundred and eighty degrees.” As we begin another light snaps on, and I can see a camera on a tripod gleaming under new light. “What do all faggots crave?” Master asked. I froze, dizzy. A whip stung my ass, and all the men shouted, “Faggots crave cock, sir.” Instinctively, I moved my ass against the dildo and began to fuck myself. The bottle is then applied to me again, and pleasure surged. “Who are you and what are you looking for?” Holy shit this feels amazing as the rhythm of my lust is taking over. “My name is Faggot bindel, and I am a worthless faggot. I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect, sir,” Master says louder faggots as you fuck your faggot holes. I said, voice rising. “MY NAME IS FAGGOT BINDEL, AND I AM A WORTHLESS FAGGOT. I SEEK DISCIPLINE, TRAINING, MENTORING, AND RESPECT, SIR!” I moved faster, lost in the act, my body alive with need. With that bottle being reapplied to my nose and me repeating the words. My ass completely opens up and I really begin to fuck myself like some cheap whore. Back and forth, over and over again. I feel mindless, cheap and degraded. God my cock is rock fucking hard. Clap. Four more men approach and place another dildo in front of each of us. “What do faggots crave?” The boys and I all shout out “FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK SIR” and we all instinctively suck those dildos as we fuck ourselves. My God I feel like such a slut. Caught in the rhythm the room joined a unified chant: “FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK, SIR.” We kept going until Master roared, “ENOUGH!” Silence fell, but we four were too caught up to stop. A sharp slap stilled me. “Mentors, collect your faggots,” Master said. A masked Mentor clipped a leash to my collar, walking me outside to a fire pit surrounded by an expansive lawn. The cool night air brushed my sweat-soaked skin, the fire’s glow casting shadows on the masked men around us. Cicadas hummed, mixing with the crackle of flames. My Mentor, his presence firm, placed his hand on my shoulder. danny, harry, and arthur were placed nearby, each with their own Mentor, leashes taut. The fire warmed our bare skin, whip marks faintly visible. The men chanted, “Faggots crave cock, sir,” the words weaving through the night, stirring my nerves. The chant swelled, then stopped, leaving silence. Master’s voice rang out. “Faggots, you’re here to face your deepest desires and confront your fears. This weekend, you’ll be pushed to your limits, tested in ways you never imagined. You’ll embrace your true self and find strength in your submission.” His gaze held us. “This weekend, you’ll be initiated into our brotherhood—marked, claimed, forever changed. Are you ready to accept this path, to embrace the faggot you are destined to be?” The question settled over us. I looked at my friends, their eyes reflecting my own mix of fear and anticipation. We nodded, committing to whatever lay ahead. Master smiled, calm and knowing. He clapped. “Then let the initiation begin.” He turned, heading back to the house, leaving us by the fire, our anticipation growing in the flickering light. End of chapter 1

My Playroom—July, 2023 I heard from Jake, a longtime fist bud. Readers likely remember him from all those pictures of his testicles flattened in his ball crushers which he brings with him. Jake suddenly had tomorrow off. I usually like to plan a little more in advance, but I had the time and I told him so. After all, we had not seen each other for a number of months. He arrived a little late—not like him at all. But it seems like half the roads in Michigan are having some sort of work done on them making traffic crawl at times. I took him down to the playroom so he could strip. I went back up to do the same, before clomping down the stairs in my boots… I want to eat his ass. And I want to fuck it. Right now. I have Jake get on the fuckbench. I kneel and dig in, my tongue reaming into his hole. Jake groans and tells me to fuck him hard. I stand up and slide in. His hole is always welcoming—and he takes me to the hilt in one long, slow insertion. I bottom out, pause for a count or two and begin the fuck. Hard. My pelvis is slapping his ass cheeks—the sound filling the small room. I pull out and have him clean my dick. He loves the taste and I push back into his ass and fuck him just as hard or harder. I decide to stretch his ass. The speculum comes out. I grease it up and insert it inch by inch. Then the slow crank open, the metal medical device opening his ass for me. I get it wide enough so I can add my dick. I always love this moment—the metal and the flesh sheathing my rampant cock. I fuck, a little slower now, enjoying the dual sensation on my dick. I crank it shut and remove it. I move on to the egg headed dildo—my old reliable. I work it into his now welcoming hole. The head is big; the shaft is thin. My dick pushes in with my cock on top of the toy, reveling in the ribbed shaft of the toy on the underside of me. I fuck him like this for quite some time. Then I reverse; I go under the toy. This makes for a tighter fit in his hole. But I fuck him. Hard and with purpose. I want Jake in the sling, but we take a break for a moment on the bed. He asks if he can deep throat me. I know he loves it, but it is often not a pain free experience. I let him go for it and am pleased there are no teeth contact on my head or shaft. He does it a couple more times—but I want him on his back. We move to the sling. He loves the ankle restraints, not the stirrups so I use those. I eat his hole—and fuck it. I use the big butt plug on him. He’s now ready for my hand. I get the left in easily, with me on my knees. Now I stand, do it again and add my dick alongside my wrist. Jake moans. I go to the toy shelf once more. The ass grommet slides over my very hard dick, supersizing the thickness of me. The bare head of my dick sticks out from the latex. I fuck him with the grommet in place until we are both breathless. I ask if he’d like to use the hogtie. Of course, he would. I lower the middle of the fuck bench to make a padded table. I get him out of the sling and on to the it. I take a moment and add the wrist restraints on him, too. I start with just his ankles attached to the spreader bar. He pulls the bar toward his head and it rolls his ass back and up so I fuck him at a great angle. I let him rest for a moment and do it again. Then I pull the hogtie clip out. All four restraints are hooked right together, over his chest. I push down, towards Jake’s nipples and my dick slips into him again. I pound. He screws his eyes shut and goes into his ‘I’m restrained’ head space. I keep up the pressure by pushing the clip down and fuck him for quite some time. We go back to the sling. Jake now wants his hands restrained here, too. I truss him up. I rim. I fuck. I fist. I pull out the biggest toy and watch each hump of the shaft disappear inside him. We take a break on the bed. Jake falls asleep for minute—a good restorative nap. I watch the porn. (Gluteus Maximus from Dick Wadd. I like my playroom porn to mirror the kinds of things we are doing, so it’s different for each hook up.) When he starts awake, we go back to the sling. I restraint his legs. Arms. He asks for a blindfold. I put it on him and take pictures so he can later see how trussed up he is. I fuck. I use my left hand in him a little. But I know it’s time to get off. There is a lot we have not done this session, things that we often do. But the need to breed is right there. I fuck him hard, with long, fast strokes. In no time, I grab the aluminum frame for support and empty my balls into the restrained, blindfolded man who is moaning in front of me. Once again, Jake has written up his version of events. The moment I post this, I am about to read it for the first time. I will be curious to see how similar or how different his account will be. It will be posted for you 24 hours after I post this piece. The original post, with pics, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Restraining Jake to Work his Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 17, 2023 Jake's take on our meet is here (I won't be reprinting it on this site): From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Jake in Hog-Tied Heaven (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 18, 2023

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I will be taking Cumunion later this year, and am hoping I get multiple partners into rough sex. To get ready for a lot of anal, I am training my ass to take big toys up it. When I got up a couple hours ago, I sat on a 2" x 9" dildo for a while to get loosened up. Next, I began using a cucumber with an XL condom on it, and lots of silicone lube. The one end of the cucumber is about 2.5"; the other is closer to 3". The feeling I get from stretching my ass is an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain, with the coolness of the cucumber having a soothing effect. I open up really wide with this kind of action, and fucking myself this way almost puts me into a trance. In and out... give it an extra wiggle. Rotate the fucker so my ass really feels it. Yeah, that's the way. The first half of the cucumber is the tough one. Once you get it in more than half way, your ass (or at least MY ass) wants to suck it right in. I could sure use a few cocks right now, but Saturday mornings on long weekends around here are slow. So I work my ass, pretending to be a vegetarian, when I am a meat lover. The things I have to do to get ready for all of you bareback riders... I hope you appreciate all the hard work. I took a break to write this note. When I got up from my bed, that big old cucumber (which was in about 11") slid out with a thump, and my ass made a big sucking noise. I am going to the Farmers Market after lunch, to see if I can find something a bit bigger. I am not looking to go super deep, but love going extra wide. Maybe I can find a farmer or two in the crowd who will plant his seed deep inside of me. The reality of course is that won't happen, but if it could, I would be very happy. Just a teaser 4 U: I bought a Magic Wand vibrator; the one the girls love so much. It has a 4" diameter head on it. I saw a video a while ago of a girl shoving the head inside her ass, and the combination of fullness and vibration made her cum like a mutherfucker. I am not ready for that yet, but I eventually will be.