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13 hours ago, BicuriousScott said:

How would hucows be categorized?

If she’s bound I can see it under BDSM but what if she isn’t bound?

Hucows is hetero. Posting hetero content anywhere but in the hetero section will get you (temporarily) banned.

The fetish section is only for gay masc content.

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The entire concept of a “mainstream fetish” seems like an oxymoron - fetishes by their nature are not expected to be part of normative sexuality. I think this is best thought of as ‘the most common of the uncommon’. Foot fetishes are not all that rare; only being able to orgasm in the presence of a Ken doll would be.

BDSM, while as pointed out above stands for a specific set of fetish types, has as a term among its adherents grown to include a wide array of practices related to power exchange, control, humiliation, submission, and varying degrees of schadenfreude. In that sense, making BDSM one of a list of fetishes for purposes of categorizing post content isn’t all that useful - a great many fetish practices lump into it, and others may fall under it depending on the context.

On 11/12/2020 at 9:04 AM, boy4you said:

BDSM is like for play just before the main event. It Hyten the senses of the mind for a greater experience of sex. 
 

I was told at a rope class why do you put someone in bondage? It’s so you can fuck then. 

Your rope class was not taught by someone very familiar with the lifestyle. I started out as a bondage submissive. I cannot count the number of times I have been restrained. I was seldom actually fucked in bondage. For those truly practicing it and not just playing around with it, BDSM isn’t foreplay; it’s the main event. I’ve had Dominants use me for hours without taking off any of their own clothes, and not taking any kind of sexual release. For them, the reward was in power and control of me, my body, my orgasm, my humiliation.

That, too, is fetish. How (and whether) you make a place to express that kind of story on a website about bareback fucking is something I don’t have an answer for. This isn’t FetLife. BreedingZone serves its niche very well, I think, but at some point stories may simply end up so far removed from the site focus that they simply aren’t topical for the forum. If, for instance, someone decides to treat us to a multi-chapter tale of a young man’s bukakke experience in which 20 hung men cum buckets all over his exposed toes, the foot fetishists among us may cream their shorts, but what does that have to do with barebacking, or even fucking? There’s nothing wrong with the story itself, but does it need to be here? Or wold the poster be better off sending it to a forum with a more sympathetic readership of that kind of material?

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2 hours ago, ErosWired said:

The entire concept of a “mainstream fetish” seems like an oxymoron - fetishes by their nature are not expected to be part of normative sexuality. I think this is best thought of as ‘the most common of the uncommon’. Foot fetishes are not all that rare; only being able to orgasm in the presence of a Ken doll would be.

You're not wrong here, but I would argue that "mainstream fetish" might have an alternative, valid meaning: a fetish (as per a definition like this: "a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc.") that while uncommon, is accepted by the mainstream as quirky but harmless. I think a foot fetish is a good example: someone not into it, hearing that an acquaintance does enjoy it, is not particularly likely to be squicked out.

"Most common of the uncommon" of course plays a role in that: the more practitioners of a fetish there are, the more likely it is that other people are to take a "live and let live" approach. But I think both factors (commonness, and acceptance) are important.

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8 hours ago, ErosWired said:

The entire concept of a “mainstream fetish” seems like an oxymoron - fetishes by their nature are not expected to be part of normative sexuality. I think this is best thought of as ‘the most common of the uncommon’. Foot fetishes are not all that rare; only being able to orgasm in the presence of a Ken doll would be.

BDSM, while as pointed out above stands for a specific set of fetish types, has as a term among its adherents grown to include a wide array of practices related to power exchange, control, humiliation, submission, and varying degrees of schadenfreude. In that sense, making BDSM one of a list of fetishes for purposes of categorizing post content isn’t all that useful - a great many fetish practices lump into it, and others may fall under it depending on the context.

Your rope class was not taught by someone very familiar with the lifestyle. I started out as a bondage submissive. I cannot count the number of times I have been restrained. I was seldom actually fucked in bondage. For those truly practicing it and not just playing around with it, BDSM isn’t foreplay; it’s the main event. I’ve had Dominants use me for hours without taking off any of their own clothes, and not taking any kind of sexual release. For them, the reward was in power and control of me, my body, my orgasm, my humiliation.

That, too, is fetish. How (and whether) you make a place to express that kind of story on a website about bareback fucking is something I don’t have an answer for. This isn’t FetLife. BreedingZone serves its niche very well, I think, but at some point stories may simply end up so far removed from the site focus that they simply aren’t topical for the forum. If, for instance, someone decides to treat us to a multi-chapter tale of a young man’s bukakke experience in which 20 hung men cum buckets all over his exposed toes, the foot fetishists among us may cream their shorts, but what does that have to do with barebacking, or even fucking? There’s nothing wrong with the story itself, but does it need to be here? Or wold the poster be better off sending it to a forum with a more sympathetic readership of that kind of material?

I was going to provide a similar -- albeit briefer -- response regarding BDSM often not involving sex per se, but then I realized that no one wanted to hear from me so I abstained.  Moreover, I have never met -- as in simply chatted with online, much less in real life -- anyone who I would consider actually into BDSM.  Many claim to be, but the "Doms" or  "Sirs" or whatever that I have encountered all run and hide when it actually comes to anything resembling true BDSM.  So, I can only conclude that the "BDSM Community" -- a dubious term in and of itself -- is only comprised of fakes, flakes, and otherwise uncategorized bullshit artists.  See Recon dot com for an almost endless parade of such "fucktards".

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12 hours ago, Tallallman said:

I was going to provide a similar -- albeit briefer -- response regarding BDSM often not involving sex per se, but then I realized that no one wanted to hear from me so I abstained.  Moreover, I have never met -- as in simply chatted with online, much less in real life -- anyone who I would consider actually into BDSM.  Many claim to be, but the "Doms" or  "Sirs" or whatever that I have encountered all run and hide when it actually comes to anything resembling true BDSM.  So, I can only conclude that the "BDSM Community" -- a dubious term in and of itself -- is only comprised of fakes, flakes, and otherwise uncategorized bullshit artists.  See Recon dot com for an almost endless parade of such "fucktards".

Given that when I was younger I was a member of GMSMA (Gay Men's S/M Activists), there at least used to be a vibrant BDSM community. It's waned as being gay has become more acceptable and the hyper macho type has gone out of "fashion". And the fashion component of it isn't to be discounted. I remember getting close to some hot guys at the LURE (NY's top leather bar), only to realize they were actually rather fem/campy when I heard them speak to friends. To them the leather scene was theater. But them participating in that "theater" gave a physical space for people who were more serious about it to express themselves. Now those physical spaces are gone for the most part. IML, MAL, CLAW – the community still exists there (believe it or not those events aren't just about being a cumdump for a weekend – they actually have other things going on). But I get the sense that the leather / BDSM scene is more of a thing in red states where being gay is still a bit edgy.

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21 hours ago, ErosWired said:

The entire concept of a “mainstream fetish” seems like an oxymoron - fetishes by their nature are not expected to be part of normative sexuality.

Would "softcore fetish" be a better term (since the non-mainstream fetish is defined as "hardcore")?

Or is there a better term to use? (Please suggest if you can think of a better term).

BootmanLA sorta hit the nail on the head when he said "hearing that an acquaintance does enjoy it, is not particularly likely to be squicked out." To me, work environments are probably the ultimate test. If a straight (and straight-laced) boss learned about your fetish, would it affect your chances of promotion or bonuses, etc.? If they learned you were into sports gear fetish, almost certainly not unless they think your fucking the 15 year old high school soccer star. Foot fetish, they'd probably think "that's weird, but whatever", so probably not. Furries / cosplay fetish, they'd get a laugh out of it, but again probably not. But hardcore BDSM, being a fisting bottom or a piss bottom, or large gauge genital piercings, or brandings – those could seriously affect your career if they were found out by certain people.

I make the distinction because of how I market porn. Certain fetishes I can show on "mainstream porn" sites, and other fetishes need to go on a site dedicated to hardcore fetish. In other words I make the distinction based on the fetish's need for a "safe space", or how likely it will be to turn off the target audience of the mainstream site.

But certain fetishes cross the boundaries. A twink with a pink fluffy "whip" casually hitting his sex partner – that's not really "hardcore" or true BDSM. It depends on if you're "playing at" the fetish, or actually truly doing the fetish.

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@rawTOP, is it permissible to mention “enhancements” in these new forums (or the hardcore one, really)? I know enhancements and fetish don’t have to go together, obviously, but they often do, especially with WS and FF in my experience anyway. So far I’ve sort of alluded to it where it’s relevant, rather than being very blunt about it. Is this ok? Or does any discussion of enhancements, even as pertains to kink, belong in the “enhancements” forum?

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11 hours ago, subBottomKink said:

@rawTOP, is it permissible to mention “enhancements” in these new forums (or the hardcore one, really)? I know enhancements and fetish don’t have to go together, obviously, but they often do, especially with WS and FF in my experience anyway. So far I’ve sort of alluded to it where it’s relevant, rather than being very blunt about it. Is this ok? Or does any discussion of enhancements, even as pertains to kink, belong in the “enhancements” forum?

No. The fetish forum is not chem-friendly.

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On 11/15/2020 at 8:44 AM, rawTOP said:

Or is there a better term to use? (Please suggest if you can think of a better term).

For your purposes as you have explained them, ‘softcore fetish’ is probably as good a term as any, unless you wanted to use ‘softcore kink’, which would to my mind imply more a sense of play and less a sense of psychology. Either/or.

As I said above, I certainly don’t have an answer to how one bridges the conceptual gap - we’re dealing with two overlapping, yet in some ways quite separate communities, between which understanding is remarkably poor and assumptions remarkably high. My immersion in the BDSM lifestyle (and yes, @Tallallman, it does have many genuine adherents) shaped me and supplied my training, but by my service nature I have always straddled both it and the Vanilla world. Between the two, approaches and attitudes to fetish/kink can be starkly different, and even the definition of ‘softcore’ may not be well understood - to some, ‘softcore’ may simply be anything that doesn’t actually draw blood. (I have subbed for such men.) To others more accustomed to the Vanilla side of things, ‘hardcore’ may be anything that causes actual discomfort.

It’s interesting that you and others here adopt the ‘workplace standard’ as a measure of what will pass muster in terms of mainstream content. This is not unlike the general standard for obscenity, in which ‘the average person, applying contemporary community standards’ finds sexually explicit material ‘patently offensive’. Note the wildly subjective nature of that entire ‘standard’. Trying to avoid squicking people out on such a basis seems necessarily to gravitate to the most conservative understanding of the average person’s mindset, to the disadvantage of those outside the mainstream. But in the end, I suppose you’re trying to cordon off an area safe for that very sort of mindset, so I guess perhaps it does end up working for the purpose.

I don’t envy you the task of having to make sure the content produced by men who run the spectrum of sexual predelection lands in places where it will a) find a sympathetic audience and b) not draw the attention of regulators.

15 hours ago, subBottomKink said:

does any discussion of enhancements, even as pertains to kink, belong in the “enhancements” forum?

Even if it weren’t prohibited, no responsible BDSM practitioner scenes under the influence of substances. I have participated in, and been the subject of, dozens and dozens of scenes, private and public, and the use of substances was out of the question every time. They have no place in serious scening because of the danger involved. If the men you are doing BDSM practices with are doing so with chems, I would urge you to weigh the risks of continuing that association.

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      Jonathan was a young college student; he had just turned 20 and starting his freshman year. Jon was 5’11 brown hair with blue eyes weighing 160 and a bubble butt!   He was older than most of the freshmen, he was held back in first grade and it always made him much older than all his classmates. He just barely made it to college with his C + average, luckily, he was a legacy as his Mother and Father both graduated and the donation his grandfather made did not hurt.  Jon was incredibly attractive and got hit on a lot and he had been with lots of women but always had a desire to see what it would be like to be with men. 
      One night he decided to explore a gay bar on the trip he had heard lots of guys talk about who stumbled in thinking it was just a bar and as the stories go they would quickly leave to find some pussy.  Jon decided to go and see what it was all about.  He arrived and ordered a coke with lime and sat at a high top table and the first guy who came over was at least 60 years old and he chatted for a minute and put his hand on the boys leg and he moved his hand off his leg and the old guy left.  Then an Early 50’s guy came over and chatted him up and bought him another drink. That must have had alcohol in it as the boy smiled and chatted with the older guy soon the 60 year old came back up and put his arm around the 50 year old and that seemed to be too much for the boy and he excused himself and went to the bathroom. 
      I made my move and went to the bathroom also; he was at the stall pissing and I took the one to his right and pulled out my big dick and held it there.  He looked and watched as I pissed and then jacked my dick a little and he remained and got rock hard watching me.  I tucked my dick back in my pants and said, boy those old guys were all over you.  I stood next to him, here I was 6’2 180 37 years old right next to a hot college boy. He was incredibly nervous, and I leaned in and whispered in his earl, you are a good-looking guy.  Put your dick back in your pants and meet me in the bar.  I want to get to know you!
       
      I walked out and he followed me a few minutes later and looked for me and spotted me at a corner booth and come over and I had already ordered him another drink and he sat and introduced himself as Jon and I told him it was nice meeting him but never told him my name.  He drank down his drink and soon was slurring his words.  Boy, come with me I have someplace I want to show you.  The boy followed a little wabbly since he had some g in his drink.  I took him into a back room and told him to take off his pants.  He tried and I had to help him.  I told him to bed over and he followed instructions and as he was holding onto the bench, I lubed his ass and slide in the enema.  Piss from guys who partied the night before. The boy moaned as the t started to absorb inside him and I rubbed his back and told him to hold it in.  Ten minutes later I decide it was time and took him over to the toilet and let him loose the piss and clean out. 
      I told him how good he did and took him back and had him bend over and we did it all again.  By the time I was done he was flying.  I cleaned him up with rag and told him to put his pants back on, his once hard dick was a tina dick now.  I lead him to the back door, and we left and walked a block and half to a video store, and he followed me in.  I got changed and then we headed back to the booths.  I went to a both with two glory holes and put some money in and told him to undress and just leave his shoes on.  He followed and was soon naked in front of me.  I told him to get on his knees, he did, and I began unbuttoning my jeans and soon fished out my big dick and told him to open his mouth. 
      I started to suck, and the kid was awful.  It was not long, and a guy stuck his dick through the hole, I pulled him off my cock and turned his head and told him to practice on his dick.  Boy you need to learn how to suck dick.  I put some poppers under his nose and told him to inhale both the right and the left twice and he opened up and started to suck a 7” medium thickness dick for what looked to be an older guy from the pubes he had some gray hair showing in his bush.  Jon bobbed up and down on the guys dick who seemed to be enjoying it and then he started to moan, and I held Jon’s head and knew the guy would soon shoot his load in Jon’s mouth.  Not minute later Jon started to choke and gag as the guy came in him I and coxed Jon to swallow boy, just swallow. 
      The guy pulled out and zipped up and Jon looked up at me somewhat embarrassed and I just said good boy.  Open your mouth I instructed and then I spit two wads of spit in his mouth and told him to swallow.  The other door opened, I rubbed my finger on the hole and this soft but thick dick slide through.  There you go boy, I chirped, and he worked his way over on his knees and took the dick in his mouth and began to suck it, I pulled him off twice to feed him poppers and soon the guy on the other side began to grunt and I held Jon’s head and this time he was ready and sucked down the guys load.  The guy pulled out and zipped up and I heard the door and Jon looked up and opened his mouth and I spit in it twice. 
      I had him suck my dick and he was greatly improved, and he would get better in time.  Then the dick I was waiting for, long had to be 8” but on the thin side but rock yard.  He went over without being asked and started sucking it while I got down and lubed up his little pussy.  Slide a finger in him and he moaned and then I told him to stand up and turn around and I held the guys dick as I lined up Jon’s hole and slowly pressed him back on that dick.  Jon looked at me like he knew he should not be doing it, but the guy started slowly fucking his ass and Jon immediately started to moan. I put the poppers under his nose, and he huffed, and the guy started hitting the wall slamming his dick into Jon. It must have hurt some since Jon went to pull away some, but I pushed his hips back and said be a good boy and take his dick. 
      Jon did not fight and left his ass up against the wall and five minutes later the guy slammed into him and shot into Jon’s ass.  The boys first loads, two down his throat and one up his ass.  It was hot to watch.  I had him suck three more dicks and take their loads and then told him it was time to go.  He hot dressed even as cum dripped out of his hole and followed me out of the booth and I back to my car and he got in and never asked where we were going and I drove him back to my place. 
      We walked in and I told him to get undressed, socks and all.  I grabbed the torch and a bowl and told him to watch as I lit it up and slowly inhaled and then leaned down to kiss him and gave him a gunshot.  He inhaled and coughed, and I told him I wanted to see him do it.  He grabbed the pipe and I lit it and I told him to slowly inhale now.  He did and took a huge hit and coughed less this time.  Nice boy now do three more hits and I will be right back.  I went into my bedroom and pulled up BBRT and searched for buddies and shot off a few emails, sent some text and posted a party.  Hot young negative boy looking for loads tonight. No load refused!  Took three already!
      Now, I was not interested in everyone who hit me up for the party but I started to get text back and shoot out invites to my place and had guys use the back door to my house where you could walk right into a mud room and there was a guest room off that.  I took Jon to the playroom and set him up on all fours after I had him slip on a jock.  One of my bottom fucks left it, it was a little tight on him, but it framed his lily-white ass just right.  I unbuckled my pants and got between his legs and spit on his hole and slide my dick in him and he yelped and I tossed him the poppers and told him to use them as his ass started to accommodate my thick 9 inch dick.  I fucked him for ten minutes and shot my load in him and pulled out and cleaned up and then grabbed his hands and fastened them to the headboard and slipped a blindfold on him.  I got a text a bud was around the corner, so I slipped a rock in his well lubed ass and left him there for my bud to find. 
      My bud came in and knew exactly what to do, I had the door the rest of the house locked and could see the room on video and when guys came in.  My buddy is white 6’4 Red hair, 230 pounds all muscle and loves young boy ass.  He also has a huge 8” beer can dick.  The poor boy is starting out with a huge fucking dick, even bigger thicker than mine.  He appeared and immediately started undressing and examined his new little toy. Fingered his ass, one and then two and finally three fingers in him.  My buddy went to the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out a ball gag and slipped it in the boy’s mouth and fastened it.  He then lined up his fat dick at the boys hole and lubed it up and pressed it against the hole that was still tight and slowly slide in as we both heard the boys muffled pleases to stop and scream as his hole gave way. 
      It is always hot to watch my him fuck a newbie, he gets off on the pain he causes and shows little mercy.  He re-arranged Jon’s insides for five minute and gave him a break.  Jon must have thought it was over, bottoms usually do and then he slides in deep in one quick move and started it all over again.  Each time the boy protested less and soon my buddy was long dicking him and said boy you want this load and she shoved it deep in Jon and unloaded as his body shook.  Mike always did cum a ton.  He pulled out and cleaned up in the bathroom and left passing an older guy late 50’s on the way in.  Mike nodded and the older guy tall and skinny with white hair came in and immediately started eating the boys loose cummy hole.  Even with the ball gag in you could hear Jon whimper. 
      The old guy who I had never seen said he had a 9” dick but had not pulled it out and just kept eating that loose cum filled hole and then he pulled off and he pulled out a needless syringe and shoved it up the boys hole and shot the content in.  He then undressed revealing a long soft dick.  He pulled out another syringe and shot it in his dick and it slowly began to rise and thicken and soon he was at full mast.  Nice long dick.  From the angle it had to be closer to 10 inches.  He felt Jon’s entire boy and just slowly fucked him and eventually began to pick up pace.  He began to tell Jon he loved slutty young boys.  Then he said, you are a pussy boy, a fucking anonymous cum dump pussy boy.  A minute or two later the door opened, and this young guy walked in.  Tall, thin but average looking.  He disclosed in his emails that he was poz in the email to me and he just had not fucked much since being diagnosed a few weeks ago. 
      He asked is the boy was neg and if he cared and I told him that the bottom said all loads and that includes your poz load.  He quickly asked for the address and said he would be there in 20 minutes. The older guy started breathing heavy as the young guy stood in the doorway jacking his dick fully clothed.  Soon the old man shot his load in Jon and pulled out.  When he realized he had an audience he winked at the kid who got up on the bed and slide right inside Jon and began fucking him after unbuckling his belt and pants.   The kid must have been pent up because he fucked Jon for eight minutes and shot his first load inside him.  His body shook as he unloaded, and he moaned.  The old guy said nice as he walked out, and the boy began to kiss Jon all over his back and feel his body.  He began to fuck him again and ten minutes later he shot another and then five minutes later another load up his neg ass. 
      He leaned down and kissed his neck and I hard him say, boy you have me deep inside you forever now.  I am going to come back tonight and give you more cum and if you are lucky, I may even fist that beautiful ass of yours.  He pulled out and slide two fingers in Jon and then three and twisted them around inside him.  Nice, the kid said as he pulled out and slapped Jon’s ass and said that they would have fun later.
      Jon needed a break and a bump so I locked the outside door and went into Jon and gave him a bootie bump and thought how hot it would be for that kid to fist his ass tonight.  I decided I would set it up.
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